FERAL - HEARTED. ⁽ ˢᵉᵐᶦ⁻ʰᶦᵃᵗᵘˢ ⁾

       listen siegbutt, you don’t want to have this fight with me I will drag you so hard they’ll have to scrape your remains off the battlefield.

       “My papa is better than your papa.”

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       She can’t help the smile that plays at her lips or the laughter that spills forth. “I have to admit that these lines of yours are cute.” And the vixen pauses for one moment, then another, mischief dancing in her eyes. It was her turn to try out a line on him. “But now is the winter of my discontent. Won't you make it glorious summer by going out with me?”

       “What’s this? Is it a requirement for the future king of Nohr to be charming or somethin’?” His flattery was met with a jest, smile bright and brilliant. “I should probably be honored that you’ve complimented me like this, but somehow I feel like it’s more amusing than anything.”

       “Would you feel better if I told you that it was a FAKE bird?”