Sign: I suppose that I’ll have to meet her first before I can judge her….
(In the mood for a Magic anon. Anyone got anything?)
Sign:I’m not sure if I shouldn’t believe you. You grey faces have a tendency to cause occasional chaos and temporarily Change people forget a laugh….
”?!” Her sockets widen slightly, brow quirking upwards as she looks at the grey face:Octave? I….Don’t know if that’s possible….
”?!” The undead reaches up, grabbing a couple of the kittens:That nice Egret got me a bunch of kittens. So Ink Doodle doesn’t have to be lonely!
Nadia frowned. Nice Egret?
She didn’t like many of them…
But she did rub up against the kittens, petting them and scratching them and the like.
”!” She happily squeaks, taking out Ink Doodle and petting him, playing with him.
Sign:I sensed I’m being watched….
"Hello, sweetheart. Did you need something?"
Cue one blushing squeaking ball of FrankenPea.
"You’re simply too much!"
The Undead toon proceeds to curl inward, much like a hedgehog, embarrassed squeaks coming from her, her hat humorously curling along wither her.
"Hm?" -Octave looked around-. "What is it, Patricia?"
Sign:Or you could snipe them afar.
"Snipe them? Hm… the Gun del Viento isn’t that good for sniping combat, but maybe you could find an interesting hunting rifle inside your hammerspace?"
Thinking a bit, she reached into her sockets, rummaging for a rifle, any rifle. Coming up empty handed, she lets out a angry croak, pouting.