"I ship you with a new wardrobe. Y'know, cause you need one."
"Sorry. I can't hear you over your Uggs."
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"I ship you with a new wardrobe. Y'know, cause you need one."
"Sorry. I can't hear you over your Uggs."
★ One for me. ★ I guess you can have one too..
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Oh heeeey, Tahno buns.
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Hands raised delicately to clasp together before her as a smile formed on violet lips. "My, how good to have some company," she said simply, feeling an edge of glee as she took notice of the new faces. "It's a pleasure! I'm Asami Sato, and it's great to meet you."
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Chatter, chatter, and more chatter.
The sounds of Republic City consisted mainly of the ever varied, ever consistent babble and gossip of its citizens. A small sigh sounded from the ravenette as she leaned against the wall of one of the many buildings that made up the lively metropolis. From anxiety and slight excitement, the young woman had come early; but only by a few minutes or so. Now, she’d been waiting against the building for a half an hour, if not more, and the ex-vagabond was beginning to get impatient. Her foot tapped against the sidewalk before the girl penultimately began to bend a small, broken piece of concrete that she’d subconsciously ended up playing with.
A small smile crept onto her lips as she looked down at the little piece of stone that was no bigger than her palm. Ever since the equalist party had dissipated into nearly nothing, when that monster behind the mask had suddenly been revealed as the kind he so abhorred and suddenly disappeared, a new sort of peace had overcome Republic City. Benders were free, now, and it was a relief to be able to do as the Spirits had given them the gift of doing. Still, bending to pass the time could only do so much, and it wasn’t long before the young woman was once more bored. The smile slowly disappeared and turned into a grimace of absolute and undeniable tedium, the musician grabbing the stone she’d just previously been playing with and watching herself turn it over and over in her hand. How long does it take that guy to get ready? Seriously.