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Always pushing her luck, this one. Well. Absinth wasn’t about to make her stop. As Karaka’s pink tongue shot out to tease her- Absi feigned a snap of her pearly whites at the offending appendage. A taunt so brazen could not go without reaction of course. “Listen here you cheeky girl,” Absinth began, the roguish tone of her voice cutting the atmosphere like a knife. Why not sweeten the pot? Obviously Raka would appreciate a little game, wouldn’t she? “If you learn well, I may be persuaded into giving you a reward.” She left the words open to interpretation, mischief plain in her features. Returning the energy of others was something the woman did well, regardless if it was pleasant or not.


Drifting off into the important topic of training, Absinth regarded Raka carefully, meeting her eyes in all seriousness. “What do you know of self defense? Show me what I’m working with.” The older girl insisted, motioning with a paw for a demonstration. Had she been taught anything at all? Surely, with the way she described the affectionate relationship with her father, he’d started with the basics?


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