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"Whaddya doin' out here so far into tha bush? Dun't ya know it's full of dangerous animals? Ya know, tha one's that can kill ya in a single boite?" the bushman asked with annoyance in his voice.
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+8 have entered my territory
"Whaddya doin' out here so far into tha bush? Dun't ya know it's full of dangerous animals? Ya know, tha one's that can kill ya in a single boite?" the bushman asked with annoyance in his voice.
"what's your name?"
Place one of these in my ask if we've never interacted before.
Having strangers ask her name for seemingly no reason was odd to her; either they already knew who she was, or they would continue on their way, ignoring her like she was any other stranger on the street.
"Margot Verger," she answered, extending her arm out to the other woman. "It's a pleasure."
+ thisisunethical
"Ms. Lounds, how nice to see you again."
thisisunethical started following you
If there was one set of individuals she loathed beyond the authorities and the Romani, it was scavengers of gossip; reporters. This one screeched of reporter by the way she moved and what was held within her hands. While she admired her red mane, it only reminded her of those small dolls she flung at her handmaidens for not dressing her correctly or with the right shoes. "Are you the reporter who is interested in my movements through Virginia?"
"Do you get overwhelmed easily, Doctor Lecter?"
"No, I don't. That's a curious question. Are you setting up to tell me something overwhelming?"