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"I touched her..." Hel lifted her eyebrows in lieu of words, "And she touched my.." Her eyes widened as she turned her head on an angle slightly. "It was the craziest thing." The redhead giggled as her fingers playfully tapped the side of her cup. Her cheeks were red from drink and her thoughts easy as she shot the shit with the man she had clearly come to trust if she was admitting to touching another womans...

What is that word? She thought to herself. Languages were hard and sometimes even native tongues fall lax from disuse. Hel looked to Ulysses, wondering if he had got it through context clues. They had just been talking about mystical items, afterall!

@shook-me-all-night-long

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“... Do I look like your mother?”