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"My, how rude." Lisa Lisa scrutinized the thing standing before her. Heh. âYour appearance sure does suit your personality, doesnât it?â Hasnât anyone on this island got any manners? It appears not. Lisa Lisa grabbed the others hand, brushing it off with ease as the womanâs icy blue eyes met those of red, a deep crimson to be exact.
"I havenât the slightest clue. Though please, should you find outâŚ.be sure to let me know, hm?" Bitch.
How typical, she thought. Man-spawn akin to the likes of the woman before her were not a rare sight to the Taguel, though that did not do well to hide the bitterness in her response.
"As does yours. An overly decorated wench is usually of no help, and that has not changed." Irritation ran thick in her voice, the will to reason slipping away at the hands of a stressful situation.
Slowly, she would shift to put her hands on her hips, her gaze unwavering from those cold blue eyes. "In the unlikely event that you find out, I'd request the same of you. Hm?"














