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Post by Inkythulhu on Jul 19, 2011 19:42:21 GMT -5
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplannedSo, the ruins of an old..No..ANCIENT library may not have been the best place to go. But, it was a damn sight better than where she needed to be!! Sanja was playing hooky again, this time from one of her court classes. Then again...Those were the only classes she really played hooky on. Such stupid classes, really! But, instead of risking her friends getting into trouble by hanging out with them for a third day in a row, she decided an ~adventure~ was in high order. Sanja was ALWAYS open for such a thing, any time, any place. Or so she boasted. The one and only time she ever turned down a dare to explore some weird place was when one of the older teens in her group dared her to go look for the rumored Shadow Labs. And that was solely because she couldn't get out of attending some fancy do. It was either attend, or get grounded and have to stay in the house with Andrew. NO THANK YOU!! she thought with quite a bit of vigor.
But, yes!! Exploring and playing hooky in a deserted and sand buried library. Sanja dropped to the floor gracefully, head bobbing in a ferret-like manner as she looked around. Finding the hidden and mostly burried window to actually get into the library had taken all morning, so she was rather thankful to finally be out of the now noon-day sun. Ugh, it got hot out there FAST... She was shocked by how much cooler it was inside the burried structure, and was curious to see if the lower levels were cooler. For now, though, she contenting herself by browsing the bookshelves, books, and relics that littered the floor she was currently on. I never know some of this stuff was here... she thought, blinking a few times and curiously poking around. I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way
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Post by KARP KARP! on Jul 19, 2011 20:10:59 GMT -5
Okay, now THIS was cool. Ancient ruins were a great place for art, after all. He wore his usual wrinkled tee shirt--today's just happened to be green with a Salamence fighting a Garchomp on the front. His jeans were also wrinkled, and black. Mikey never took the time to iron clothes or anything. Over his shoulder was a brown shoulderbag with notebooks and the like in it.
The man was propped against a chunk of wall, sketchbook in his lap as he sketched the ruins around him. Not far from him, Leonardo, or Leo, was pacing around. The Wartortle let out a sigh; man this was boring. Mikey's other Pokemon had opted to stay in their pokeballs, for one reason or another.
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Post by Inkythulhu on Jul 19, 2011 20:34:54 GMT -5
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplannedAs was usual for Sanja when she was on her own, she eventually got lonely and craved company. Figuring it must have been safe enough, she'd let out Stitch to take a breather outside her Pokeball. With no one around, what could go wrong? The battle hungry Sneasel scuttled about, her claws making soft scraping and scrabbling noises on whatever she trod upon. While the fact annoyed the dark weasel, Sanja was thankful for it; she was able to keep tract of her bad tempered weasel much better this way. "Don't wander off too far, Stitch..." she warned softly, lazily flipping through an old and dusty book. Hm...Daddy's library doesn't have any books like this... She held the book in the crook of her arm like school girls often did and continued to browse the shelves and displays.
It wasn't until Stitch began to chatter to herself in a more excited manner that Sanja realized that she wasn't alone. Pulling her gaze from a broken glass display case that held several trinkets (a few she pocketed), she looked about. "What is it, Stitch...?" The Sneasel fae chattered for a few moments more before darting off. Sanja had to run to even keep up with Stitch visually. Darn her!! Once she caught up with the darl ice weasel, she saw why her Pokemon had gotten worked up. People! Er...Well..Person...Human, guy, whatever. From here, Sanja could tell he was blonde, not bad looking, sketching, and not alone. Stitch only had eyes for the guy's Wartortle, sneering to herself. <He looks like fun~> she hissed to herself. Sanja continued to eyeball the man, suddenly feeling a tad over dressed even though the man seemed to have more yards of fabric on his person than she did. And, much to Stitch's dismay, the teen noble made the first contact.
"I didn't think I've bump into anyone in this dusty old place! Hiya~!" Sanja gave a friendly wave with a cocky smile, walking slowly closer, Stitch as her heels.
((ooc;; she's wearing this outfit, in case you were wondering, lol)) I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way
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Post by KARP KARP! on Jul 19, 2011 21:08:44 GMT -5
Mikey jumped when he heard the female voice, and in the process, his hand jerked with him, drawing an ugly pencil line from the top of the page down his almost-finished sketch. Awww man...;-; Letting out a quiet sigh, he merely ripped out the page in one smooth motion, folded it up and stuffed it into his shoulderbag. Smiling a genuine smile, he looked at the girl--wow she left little up to the imagination. Hiding a slight blush, he tried his best not to stare.
"Oh, hi...." he said quietly to the one-eyed girl, who didn't look that bad, and...AHEM. "I'm Mikey," he finally said, averting his eyes.
The Wartortle just looked over at the girl, wondering what she was up to. He hadn't exactly noticed the Sneasel yet.
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Post by Inkythulhu on Jul 20, 2011 9:01:40 GMT -5
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplannedSanja felt a stab of apology trying to break through her mind for about two seconds before she shoved it down and continued to smile. Yeah, you'd have to be blind to have not noticed the way his hand had jerked when she greeted him. But, oh well!! That's what he gets for being to easy to jump! She continued her slow pace, forcibly keeping herself from bounding right up to him. One, because she didn't know this guy and he might be dangerous (no matter HOW much fun that would be). Two, if she didn't force Stitch to stay in line with her, she knew the dark weasel would jump at the chance to pick a fight with the Wartortle she spied. <Sanja, lemme go 'plaaaay'~ He looks fun~> The noble girl ignored her partner's hushed pleas to go 'play' *coughfightcoughhack* with the fluffy eared and tailed turtle.
"I'm Sanja! Good to meet'cha, Mikey~!" Sanja kept her tone cheery. Whether she was just ignoring it or truly clueless, she seemed oblivious to Mikey's discomfort at the way she was dressed. Not like she was walking around in nothing but a bikini (though she certainly has done that in the past)! Plus, she just as easily figured her age would turn him off from being attracted to her. A natural assumption, honestly...Would have probably worked out that way too, if she would actually dress her age...Stitch tugged lightly on Sanja's skirt, which was a sure threat to the girl's decency should the weasel decide to tug just a bit harder. The one-eyed girl froze and twisted to look at her Sneasel. "Would you stop that!? I swear, if you pants me, you're gonna get it..." Stitch seemed all too amused by the thought of pantsing Sanja, but still shook her head. <Just warning you that I'm running off.> And, in and instant, the dark ice weasel was dart off to go look for something to do. Sanja sighed, shaking her head. At least her Pokemon wasn't picking a fight with Mikey's Pokemon... I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way
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Post by KARP KARP! on Jul 20, 2011 16:26:58 GMT -5
Mikey gave a nod and a warm smile, still trying to look her in the eye and nowhere else. Sure, he was a little heartbroken about the ruined picture, but he had more he'd drawn that day, just of other parts of the ruins. But he long forgot the picture when the Sneasel started tugging on her skirt; especially when Sanja said what she did. Coughing a bit, the artist looked toward Leo, who'd finally noticed Stitch. Aaaand then the Sneasel was gone.
The Wartortle blinked. <What a spaz...> he muttered. Send out a girl Pokemon, please... he mentally begged Sanja. Hey, a guy could dream, right? Sighing, Leo sat back against the wall, closing his eyes.
Meanwhile, Mikey sat back down, this time looking at Leo. Propping his sketchpad on his knees as he had before, he began to sketch the Wartortle. This would make a much better drawing of the ruins...
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Post by Inkythulhu on Jul 20, 2011 21:27:16 GMT -5
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplannedSanja heaved a soft sigh. She'd heard it was the mark of an unskilled trainer when your Pokemon didn't listen to you. Did that mean she was unskilled? No, Stitch is just difficult... She nodded to herself and strode at a faster pace toward Mikey. "So, you're an artist of some kind?" she asked softly when she was closer. She didn't want to mess him up (again), that was for sure! "I'd never have the patients for art. Even my masters told me that much." Of course, she was speaking about her martial arts and weapons fighting tutors. She called them 'master', as was tradition, but that wasn't to say that they owned her. She was a wild and free spirit; no one could really own her.
Meanwhile, Stitch was circling around a hunk of fallen wall, small nose twitching. Her tail feathers flicked, showing her inpatients with the hunt. But she knew that Wartortle had seen her, so she needed to be on guard, right? Bah, whatever, this was slow and frustrating. How Sly and Drogo ever do things so SLOW, I'll never know... A stray, wistful thought made her wish that Sanja had been mindful enough to let out the Sneasel's friend and sparring partner, Indigo. Ah well, that bored looking Wartortle would have to do!! With a faint glint to her eye, Stitch darted from the shadows toward Leo, muzzle split into a wicked crazy grin. I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way
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Post by KARP KARP! on Jul 20, 2011 21:41:29 GMT -5
Mikey managed to get the basic outline done before Stitch came back. Leo hopped to his feet, and...sweat dropped. Stitch was...a girl? Well now....that changed things a little.
His eye sort of twitched, but he smiled. <Well hello beautiful~> he said, though sort of wary of her...energy.
Mikey, meanwhile, gave a laugh and closed the sketchbook. "Yeah, I just pencil though. I'll finish the one of Leo later." Without thinking, Mikey pulled out another sketchbook, and turned to a page from his trip to the Jungle. Among those featured were a Golbat hanging upside down, and Dega and Leo fighting a Farfetch'd and an Albino Accelgor, though one couldn't see it was Albino since it was black and white.
"Here's a better sample of my work." The blond handed the book out to her.
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Post by Inkythulhu on Jul 20, 2011 22:10:30 GMT -5
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplannedStitch was locked and ready to slash at Leo when...Well...That comment certainly caught her off guard, that's for sure!! She choked and stumbled, faceplanting in front of Leo with a bit of force. <YARG! My nose!> she hissed, claws digging into the floor. She glared up at Leo from the floor, now thoroughly embarrassed, eyes glazed over from the blow to her nose and pride. <What did you call me...?> she asked slowly, as if she hadn't heard what he'd said the first time.
Sanja let out a soft sigh at her Pokemon's antics. She's worse than me sometimes! Gimme a break here, Stitch! she silently begged and willed, not wishing to kill the moment of peace. So when Mikey got out a different sketch, explaining that he worked with pencils and would finished Leo's picture later, she gladly turned her attention away from her competitive Sneasel. Her single, bright eye scanned the page, a smile breaking out on her lips again. "Wow! You're so good! I bet you could do this for a living easy!" Of course, she really was naive enough to truly believe that. But her voice spoke of her honesty; that was how she felt. "Gotta admit, I'm a bit jealous. My scribbles look like a five year old got a hold of crayons!" She was both joking, and being quite literal about this. She blamed it on having one eye, but it was a feeble excuse to cover the fact she had little to no talent in art. I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way
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Post by KARP KARP! on Jul 20, 2011 23:15:07 GMT -5
Leo blinked when the Sneasel fell. <Uh...beautiful?> he said, then followed up with <Are you okay?> He sort of face-palmed for being so forward.
Mikey gave a grin. "I do draw for a living. I sell copies of my work, and sometimes take special orders." Then, Mikey reached into his bag and pulled out another sketchbook, this one turned to a page with a Flygon sketch.
"That's my Flygon. Keep flipping and you'll see a Delibird, Munchlax, Smeargle, Leo, of course, and my Bayleef. Not trying to brag though." Or was he?
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Post by Inkythulhu on Jul 20, 2011 23:55:48 GMT -5
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplannedStitch groaned softly and picked herself back up, avoiding eye contact now. <I'm fine. And you need your eyes checked; ain't nothing beautiful 'bout me.> Jeez, could Sanja and Stitch be anymore alike in attitude? Well, yeah, but luckily Sanja wasn't as battle hungry as her Sneasel partner.
Speaking of whom, the noble teen was busily looking over each and every drawing she came across in the book. Her eye seemed to dart about, wanting to catch every detail. He had a very skilled hand, and a good mind and imagination, she thought. "I should get my father to commission you...You're really good. Like, I don't know anyone as good as you are." She spoke softly, and it really wasn't a flirt, though it could be taken as such. But she was indeed serious about asking her father to commission Mikey. If anything, Sanja wanted a drawing from him. What of, though, was still up for debate. I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way
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Post by KARP KARP! on Jul 21, 2011 16:15:56 GMT -5
The Wartortle chuckled a little, rubbing the back of his head. <Good. And no, my eyes are just fine."
Mikey chuckled at the comment. "It's fine. Actually I could draw you something for free, if ya want. Thanks, though I think I could do a little better; I just gotta keep applying myself," he said with a soft smile and a slight blush. His right hand sort of toyed with a strand of his blond hair as he finally gave into his urges to look, but only briefly. Even still, his blush deepened as he looked away.
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Post by Inkythulhu on Jul 22, 2011 8:33:50 GMT -5
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplannedStitch backed away from Leo, growling softly. She wasn't like other females, that was for sure. Where others might have been charmed by the lady-killer Wartortle, Stitch constantly watched him. She was fully expecting this to be some form of trap, something to lower her guard so he could attack. <Sneasels aren't 'beautiful',> she spat in disdain, her feathered ear laying back a bit. <Milotic...Ninetales...Even Absol. THEY are the beautiful ones. Sneasels are the ones that rip your face off if you look at them funny.> It wasn't a threat, really, but she couldn't stand being complimented on her looks by a total stranger. She seemed to be getting more frustrated with this kind of conversation by the minute...<Too bad the only other female Pokemon Sanja has is just as ill tempered as me, else I'd had wished you good luck on trying them.> she almost sneered the words out, as if to taunt him on his bad luck of currently having not so nice ladies around.
Meanwhile, Sanja seemed rather oblivious to Mikey's quick look at her. She did notice his blush, but it didn't quite click that she would be the cause. "Hey, are you feeling okay? Your face is getting red..." She smiled a bit, looking back to the sketch pad, then back to Mikey. Free? No, she couldn't. Not for that kind of hard work! "Aww, I could never ask you to draw for free! Not like I'm starving poor, I could pay!" Her eyes suddenly lit up with the spark of an idea. "Hey, I know! If you won't let me pay, maybe I could take you out for dinner? It would be like a date!" Only the first of several awkward suggestions Sanja was bound to make that day. A less age-oblivious person would feel very sorry for Mikey right about now... I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way
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Post by Inkythulhu on Jul 22, 2011 8:35:56 GMT -5
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplannedStitch backed away from Leo, growling softly. She wasn't like other females, that was for sure. Where others might have been charmed by the lady-killer Wartortle, Stitch constantly watched him. She was fully expecting this to be some form of trap, something to lower her guard so he could attack. <Sneasels aren't 'beautiful',> she spat in disdain, her feathered ear laying back a bit. <Milotic...Ninetales...Even Absol. THEY are the beautiful ones. Sneasels are the ones that rip your face off if you look at them funny.> It wasn't a threat, really, but she couldn't stand being complimented on her looks by a total stranger. She seemed to be getting more frustrated with this kind of conversation by the minute...<Too bad the only other female Pokemon Sanja has is just as ill tempered as me, else I'd had wished you good luck on trying them.> she almost sneered the words out, as if to taunt him on his bad luck of currently having not so nice ladies around.
Meanwhile, Sanja seemed rather oblivious to Mikey's quick look at her. She did notice his blush, but it didn't quite click that she would be the cause. "Hey, are you feeling okay? Your face is getting red..." She smiled a bit, looking back to the sketch pad, then back to Mikey. Free? No, she couldn't. Not for that kind of hard work! "Aww, I could never ask you to draw for free! Not like I'm starving poor, I could pay!" Her eyes suddenly lit up with the spark of an idea. "Hey, I know! If you won't let me pay, maybe I could take you out for dinner? It would be like a date!" Only the first of several awkward suggestions Sanja was bound to make that day. A less age-oblivious person would feel very sorry for Mikey right about now... I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way
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Post by KARP KARP! on Jul 22, 2011 13:26:38 GMT -5
<Simple turn-down woulda been nice,> Leo replied rather dryly. <But maybe I see beauty in that, beauty being in the eye of the beholder and all.> The Wartortle gave a shrug.
Mikeys eyes snapped instantly back to meet hers. "Oh, I'm fine. I guess it's just...hot is all." Mikey blinked at her offer. A date?!? Holy...
"A date? Well, I'd love that," he replied, blushing a little more. "Though I don't mind doing it for free; you know, like a gift." Mikey gave a soft smile as his normal coloring returned.
Leo just blinked. <I can't believe it...Mikey actually just scored a date. He's doing better than I am?!? Bummer,> he muttered.
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Post by Inkythulhu on Jul 22, 2011 14:47:37 GMT -5
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplannedStitch fell silent after that, both embarrassed and frustrated. The only things that mattered to her was battling and getting stronger, so she really didn't see the need to get all lovey-dovey about things. She crossed her arms and looked away, finally easing up from her defensive state. <What ever...Sly says I'm too ignorant to understand these things. From the way you talk, sounds like you two would get along like old buddies.> she huffed out, refusing to admit her wrongness or apologize. Ruffled feathers much?
Sanja smiled brightly, looking as if him saying that he would go on a date with her was the highlight of her week. Honestly...It might very well had been! A light blush tinted her cheeks at hearing that he would do a drawing as a gift. "That's very kind of you..." Something about his kindness and his smile made her blush like a little girl, which added for her new found awkwardness. She mentally shook herself and tried to push away her moment of awkward. "So! If we're to go out on a date, we should prolly think of a place to go, neh?" Sanja smiled again, her confidence coming right back. Yeah, no way I'm taking him home with me. Dad would flip, and Andrew might go screwy again and try to kill him...
Stitch snorted, coughing a few times to cover her laughs. <You just can't catch a break, eh?> She couldn't help but tease at Leo's bad luck. I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way
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Post by KARP KARP! on Jul 22, 2011 19:56:20 GMT -5
Leo sort of stepped back, hurt by the Sneasel's words. By far, that was the worst turndown he had ever gotten. Smirking to himself, the Wartortle said nothing, but merely looked at Stitch, then shot a small spray of water at her.
"Heh...I wouldn't know," Mikey said with a nervous laugh. "Never exactly been on a date before. You'd be my first." The artist just looked away for a moment, grinning from ear to ear. "Hey, what would you want me to draw for you?"
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Post by Inkythulhu on Jul 22, 2011 20:16:31 GMT -5
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplannedStitch was fwapped upside the head by the spray of water, making her hiss and utter a short scream. The words she said...Are better left unsaid; what a foul mouth! Still, she darted for Leo, bloodlust in her eyes. <Damned males!! All the same!!> she screeched, claws outstretched for a slashing attack.
Sanja's blush came back in full force. His....First? Like, EVER? Butbutbut...D: A brief moment of panic flooded her. His first EVER date? She muscled down the feelings, looking away. She winced a bit, hearing Stitch's screeches. That brat is gonna get into trouble no matter WHAT I say, isn't she? The teen hung her head a moment, sighing softly. Mikey's second question, though, brought her attention back to him. Okay, good question. And she said the first thing that popped into her mind. "Maybe I could model for you?" And...Yeah, her blush came RIGHT back after that. OH GOD. Someone shoot me. Sanja quickly tried to think of something else to suggest, but nothing came. Much to her dismay, her mind had gone blank, and she now almost dreaded how Mikey might react. I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way
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Post by KARP KARP! on Jul 22, 2011 21:25:32 GMT -5
Leo was staggered by the Slash, and growled at Stitch, totally forgetting she was a chick, and therefore tossing his morals out the window. <It was a joke!> He withdrew his head into his shell, then later struck with a Skull Bash.
Mikey blushed a deep shade of red, then pulled out an empty notebook. "That....would...I haven't drawn many...people...so I could use the practice," Mikey stammered. He couldn't believe he was going to get to draw someone like her. Sure she had one eye, but she was still beautiful. And her figure was very well...defined. As shown by what she was wearing.
He shook his head, clearing his mind and focusing. "I can draw as many as you like. Okay, pose how you want, and I'll get started."
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Post by Inkythulhu on Jul 23, 2011 9:14:19 GMT -5
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplannedStitch was reckless. That being said, when she saw that Leo had withdrawn into his shell, she took the gamble that he wasn't preparing another attack. Launching herself forward, she would content herself with battering his shell before she pulled out the big guns. So, when Leo had actually struck out with his readied Skull Bash, it caught Stitch right under the chin and on the chest/shoulder/collarbone area. With a scream, she was tossed backwards from the force, ragdolling until she hit a bookcase. To add further insult to injury, a loose book fell from it's perch and clocked her right on the head. <Ow...> was all she uttered. Her keen eyes looked to Leo without turned her head. <You're good...And you made up for your insult by not going easy on me.> A tiny smirk played at her lips. Oh, what a MasoSadist...
Meanwhile, Sanja couldn't stop blushing. Oh, sure, she could think of a million and a half poses in point two seconds, but...Sighing, she sucked up her embarrassment and pride. Time to look at this like a dare, not like a cute guy was asking her such things. With that in mind, she smirked playfully and hopped up onto a nearby bit of fallen wall. "Any pose~? Hmm..." Heaven help Mikey now; she was getting playful. Choosing something easy to start with, sitting on her hip and tucking her legs up next to her. She placed one hand on her top hip and used the other to prop herself up. Finally, she angled her head so that the left side of her face was more prominent, hiding most (in not all) of her eye patch. "Does this work~?" She has seen similar poses in magazines and was mimicking it to the best of her memory. I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way
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