Apr 17, 2020
when: evening of april 16th where: one of the werewolf clubs
“ I’d like to kill just one. ” Smirk blooms on painted lips as the sting of strong whiskey washes down her throat, an obvious truth to her words despite the playful glint in her eyes. No reason to pretend here, around like minds. She makes her way over the the other, setting the bottle on the table between the armchairs, an extra glass following suit before she relaxes into her own. Legs cross lazily, Delphine casts the other a glance. “ Or maim - we could keep it as a pet. Might be good for the morale. ”
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