Lone Star Mountain that guy's brain is a bag full of cats

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The Italian kept steady watch on her friend's face as it turned into an exasperated yet playful scowl and then followed her gaze back into the sky, her own golden eyes searching out for the stars again as she waited for a verbal response. Rams horns echoed out into the silence again as she supposed Banner searched for whatever words she wanted to say - Menta had never been great with patience, but tonight she waited for the brown wolf to speak next.

And was it ever a doozy of an aswer that came. You're what? the cream asked on an octave higher than her usual low voice, startled by the unexpected answer and snapping her head back around to stare at the chocolate female. Her eyes, which had been lazily scanning the flickering orbs in the sky, widened automatically in half-horror, half-disbelief.