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[restinglichface]

It's a bit, babe. Trust me. No one is ever gonna try an' tell this chick what to do. Especially not my brother.

[Taako knows better.]

Catch ya here in a bit. I'll text the address once I get all dolled up.

[onerthes]

[Dolled up she said. Vira-Lorr laughed to herself and put on the bit of makeup she usually had whenever she left the house before departing. She'd make her way out once she had the directions, a faint smile on her face. This one was interesting, certainly. She just hadn't quite decided how seriously to take her, which was half of the fun she supposed.

Leaning against the doorframe, she knocked with the back of her hand and rested there, waiting for Lupe to come out.]

Your chaperone for the evening has arrived!

[restinglichface]

[With Lup, you had to take all of what she presented as fun or you were just in for a confusing ass time.

But as promised, the elf is all done up when she throws open the front door, there to greet the other woman, a frantic scuffling and booming barking from the floor above them, which is quickly drowned out as the front door gets slammed shut behind her. What dog.

She's wearing a crop top with her own name written across the front and a pair of tight jeans, all of that blonde hair of hers thrown up into a long ponytail. After their last face-to-face meeting, the woman looks much more composed and put together, now that she's had some time to get her feet wet within the city, offering her arm to Vira-Lorr without hesitation.]

Better take me away and fast. Need a break from 'em asap.

[onerthes]

[She laughed when the door slammed shut behind her and shook her head, taking Lup's arm before she started to lead down the steps. Lake Tomie would be a nice long walk, but there was no harm in a little escape.]

Quite the loud little bunch aren't they?

[restinglichface]

[Nothing as romantic like a long walk to the lake, huh?]

S'just the dog. She loves company. A little too much.

[But at least the monster they called a dog was better with the mauling thing. Mostly.]

Lake usually busy or pretty chill?

[onerthes]

Aaaaaah, I know all about that. Winfield is just as bad. [She smirked and shook her head while the two of them walked.]

Lake Tomie is actually very quiet, though I don't necessarily suggest that we drink the water. There's something off about it and the fish inside.

[restinglichface]

Just a couple'a girls and their weird pets, right?

[If you don't have a monster pet, do u even really live in Deerington??]

I've got a feeling you aren't referrin' to water pollution. What then, ghost fish?

[onerthes]

Very much so. Susan's ... a handful if you ever meet her. A regular primadonna. [She shook her head and laughed while the two of them walked along before turning her thoughts to Tomie.]

The fish have hairs in them. Not one or two. A disgusting amount. They loo alive and healthy, but are rotten and infested inside. The water... is cursed. It makes you feel things you shouldn't about others.

[restinglichface]

Susan! [It's adorable for a pet name, enough to leave Lup giggling.] What a cute name. Our girl is Peanut. She's got some drama in her too, but she's mostly all puppy. Just, y'know, giant.

[And covered in scales, instead of fur, but whatever.]

Oh nasty! That's way worse than ghost fish. Fish with hair is a fuckin' no go for me, my friend. [That water tho -] What kinda things is that? You have first hand experience?

[onerthes]

Newt gave it to her. You should meet him sometime. Quite the accomplished little mage, that one. I like Peanut as well. It's very adorable.

What breed is she?

[Her own dog was named for an old friend, and his name wasn't nearly as cute as the chicken's name, so it was time to talk about cute names as they talked and gradually made their way southward.]

Yeah, I am not surprised. It was upsetting to find out when I opened one up. [She coughed into her hand once, cheeks heating.] It... can make you feel things for a person, even get a little possessive. I drank a little once... thankfully not a lot.