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I Don’t Wanna Miss A Thing (Isarora)

“Oh please, do tell me more.”

Athena’s fingernails hit the table in front of her in a steady rhythm as she waited. The book in her hand was well worn around the edges and over all well read. It was just a shame that she never really could quite remember the ending. Still with her back to the wall she attempted at least again to figure out the missing piece. Her eyebrows furrowed as she bit her lip trying to figure out what she had last read. 

Truth Serum Disaster (Landra)

She’d always had a penchant for being frightfully, woefully stubborn. It was, she surmised, why she’d survived for so long.

“Whining about things you cannot change - whining in general - makes you very unattractive.”

Lounging at a table in the middle of the room - a bar often made for decent hunting grounds - Malachi casually watched as the two men went at it, pounding away at each other in their desperation to prove their Alpha status. “Ten on red,” they murmured to no one in particular, partial to the color red; even this uglier, unattractive shade. That, and they’d recently discovered the fun of gambling; which was why they couldn’t resist making a game of it.

‘Giving someone the cold shoulder’ never took quite so literate a meaning before bumping into Chiharu. Embarrassment, chagrin clear on her face, she was the picture of a well-meaning stranger terribly sorry about causing a fuss. “I-I’m sorry!”