//!!! I really like your muse btw!!
You precious creature, let us love you!

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//!!! I really like your muse btw!!
You precious creature, let us love you!
//!!!! I would be pissed too, holy shit!! Have you gone anywhere? Usually shops (if employees find it) put valuables in a safe. I'd be SOL, I have everything from money to my SSN in my wallet.
{ // FOUND IT! It got left in my driving school, thank fucking god. Phew! ♥ Thanks for checking in on me, loves! }
//What happened? Did you lose your wallet?
{ // fucking yes. over a hundred bucks in there, too, because i’m kind of a dumbass like that. parents are pissed, and rightfully so, but fuck, I have no clue where it could have gone. it disappeared within 24 hours. UGH. }
The Wolf Girl (lame title is lame)
Belle has snuck out yet again, the young lady had enough of paperwork and, surprisingly, books for one day.
Today is market day in the capital and so that normally means music and fun by the time the sun starts to set. But another god thing about market day is the market itself. So many things from so many different places and cultures all in one area to buy! That is why she is there in the bustle of the afternoon looking at the stalls of clothing, food, jewelry, and trinkets. She would bring some of her own money not enough to raise alarm or suspicion. She everyone she meets in the city doesn’t know she is a princess and she likes to keep it that way. More freedom for her, better times, and better insight on her people.
This time she walks into the “food street” some like to call it just because there are nothing but bakeries, butchers, and carts full of farmed goods on both sides of the street. So many different smells, so many different languages being spoken at ever stall and shop. Stopping at one of the Indian dried meat carts Belle wiggles her way between a rather tall man with a bun and a woman about her own height but much more … tomboyish.
“Excuse me … sorry.” Flashing a smile to each of them she looks at what the cart has on display. Belle has on an average blue corset dress with a white blouse showing off her pure white shoulders. Her light brown waves pulled to one side and pulled back from her face with a string of leather.
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“You call that a good shot?”