`` Wow someone get's my joke. ``
He'd look at Julius.
He'd look at Julius.
(wow, we have responded to this topic over 100 times!)
She looked down kind of weakly, her shoulders slowly fell, instead of being held up like they were before. Her eyes slowly looked towards the dead body still on the ground, but she didn't want to, she had finally found someone who didn't want to kill her. She looked down at the ground then closed her eyes, her breathing became louder, but much slower.
She looked up at red, her pupils much thinner then they were before, she showed a faint smile as she spoke "why so blank? Is something wrong?"
She hid the blood dripping from her arm "You don't know much about lamia" Then she looked back down closing her eyes to avoid her vision from blurring, still breathing loudly "Thats good".
Something would cross Red's mind.
"God damn it, where are my cigarettes? ``
"God damn it, where are my cigarettes? ``
She felt like she was going to collapse on the floor, she leaned her back against the wall, still closing her eyes and breathing hard "its nothing bad, well for you... its fine" her voice was faint as she tried to hide what was going on, she tried to make it look like she was only relaxing.
Her eyes shot open at this question "Why, I thought you wanted me dead anyway?" She looked at him with a confused look, trying to stand up straight.
"because i noticed fighting isnt going to get us out of this mess" he stood and looked at her with a smile"And you can barely stand up straight"
"I'm, fine..." She tried pulling herself up on the wall, her body was slightly shaking.
"did my bite really hurt you that bad?"
"Oh..." She chuckled lightly "no not at all, you didn't do anything except draw a little blood." Then her smile faded again as she thought of blood.
((Thought* my dude.))
Vida looks quite concerned about the serpent's wound. Although, she simply chuckles.
Vida looks quite concerned about the serpent's wound. Although, she simply chuckles.
"Draw a little blood, you look horrible"
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