Moonsong Glacier You're living in the age of the refugee, my friend.
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BOG RAT? Why, I never!

Belharra gasped, loudly and dramatically. She even brought a paw to her chest in a gesture of affront. "'Ow dare!!" She reacted, her eyelashes fluttering in obscene mockery of pearl-clutching surprise. "WOY, MY MUDDER WOULD FAINT AT THE VERY IDEA." If, you know, her mother had given one rat's (a muddy bog-rat's!) ass about her children.

She straightened her posture, cutting Vallkyrie with a rather frigid stare. "Ye've wounded me mortally, ye know." More eyelash fluttering. "Ye should know my good looks are the only thing I've got, besides my singin' voice. And ye already near took that away from me! Begat!! I shan't sing for ye until reparations are made." Belharra was going to far with this dramatic joke, maybe, but she couldn't help it - she even stifled a snigger as she waited for Vallkyrie to gush apologies.
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RE: You're living in the age of the refugee, my friend. - by Belharra - February 02, 2020, 07:44 PM