Post by Lachryma on Mar 1, 2007 21:16:28 GMT -5
Lachryma edges away from leon.
"Stop eying poncho, is obvious. And no, I is no weak-willed bride. I is merely tourist drafted for medical ability. As for name...um...is for me only. Feth off."
She walks back to the bar, takes a seat, and begins painting her nails.
"Stop eying poncho, is obvious. And no, I is no weak-willed bride. I is merely tourist drafted for medical ability. As for name...um...is for me only. Feth off."
She walks back to the bar, takes a seat, and begins painting her nails.