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What a crock of bull. The femme glanced between the two parties currently seated before her, taking cognizance of the situation. This was meant to be a peace meeting, not a squabble between two toddlers on the playground. Ruuka crossed her arms, leaning back in her seat comfortably. Their angry tones overtook any sense of diplomacy that might have been present. Idle amusement crossed her features, oblivion-tainted orbs shifting from one person to the next. Talos forbid they act like the men they were suppose to be. At least it proved slightly amusing.
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I was too focused on her eyes at first.. ahem.. :p hehe
And a good written text to go with too!