Mar 24, 2014
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Wrapping her leather jacket around herself, a content smirk curled on the bright red lips of the brunette as she made her way to the top. Adventure. That was something she craved like a drug, or the cigarette’s she normally finds between her fingers.
Inhaling the fresh air gladly - one that wasn’t riddled with sweat and tears of the weak -, her ears twitched at the sound of grass and soil shifting under booted feat. “A straddler. If you wanted to come with you should have just said! I don’t bite you know, unless you’re in to that sort of thing.” The girl said before even turning her head to view the follower.