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Ooc — Natalie
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last post from me <3 if anything else, gimme a pm to let me know to change it.
A single brow lifted at him, as if to say definitely interesting, but Kipling didn't realize in that moment that Jace probably couldn't see the expression on her face, the shadows of the wood much too deep to barely make out his smile much less her face in the dark. Her eyes were able to follow him as he shifted with his introduction, pleasantly surprised to see how he had taken to her rambling.
We're all assholes sometimes.
Kipling concedes with a lowering of her head, but there's amusement curling the corners of her muzzle. Like how I'm going to be an asshole right now, and take you up on that escort offer. Hope you don't mind company for a little while longer?
Lifting her paw, she gives a small rueful shrug at her change of heart. She didn't suddenly fear the foxes of the wood, butthe immense darkness was starting to wear on her, and she didn't want to face it alone.
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