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              ;; Her mob boss target was honing in to murder someone.      Shit ---- !!                              Time to act fast!                         One by one, the mafia members fell, leaving the leader last.                                           Bye bye goes the mafia. Or, at least, this small-town one.                                    Hopping from her ledge, rifle in hand, she removed the silencer and clicked the safety on.                                                      ;; " ... " ;;                                                                No explanation. Just silent staring.

      ;; She's confused.                 Why is Ava telling her this?    After a moment, she giggled.                           ;; " Well, it's true! Being tiny and short helps. " ;;

                 ;; She's stuffing her face full of her sandwich like it's going out of style.

                    ;; " That, and I'm paler than the moon ejaculating on a ghost. " ;;                She definitely learned colorful language from Ava.                                             A giggle came from her, fingers tugging her hood up.     ;; " That, and I'm used to heat. " ;;

                           ;; " I guess being this tiny helps.                You get less heat on you that way. " ;;      ;; Says the girl in a bikini + booty shorts, knee high boots, and a long trench coat + hoodie combo.

                        Ava is her idol. She’d do anything to keep Ava happy, even if it were to kill her. She cares deeply for her, and often follows the younger around like a lost puppy. Ava was the first to crack Eve’s lonely exterior and reach into the miserable, afraid pulp of flesh inside, and transform it into a human girl. Ava was the one who taught Eve that there was a song in her heart that needed to be shared with the world, despite Eve’s fears. Even if Eve has a tiny circle of friends, she’s still mostly comfortable around Ava, and often clams up around many others, even her other friends. Ava is the only one she knows she can talk to without issue, without fear of being made fun of. If one had to put an emotion to it, she could easily love, or even be in love with, Ava. But she is not used to such a thing, so she calls it devotion to her role model.

                ;; " Child, don't follow me home,           You're just too perfect for                          My hands to hold...                     If you choose to stay,      You'll throw it all away,                                And I just want to take your                                               Innocence... " ;;             ;; Singing was only a luxury she recently gained, as before, she never had time nor ability to sing.                                                       Time for such a thing was never really allowed before.

                  She’s honestly proud of her self-healing abilities. She can sleep of any non-lethal injury, no matter how severe. And, despite her small frame (in both height and thickness), it’s very hard to get her to bleed internally.