Sorry for the crap and the wait and the UGH. Kiki fails.
Her eyes watched the bottle rather than the man as the chill sank into her fur. She knew what it was, even if she couldn't read the label, and a surge of faint excitement crossed into her mind. Her own stock of 'liquid emotion remover' had started to run low. What a shame for her, as she knew she would never again make a trip into the borders of Halifax to find what she so desperately relied upon. But this man had what she wanted, and a sudden chance to form a link to the outside created itself in her head, even as he spoke.
It wasn't until he asked about the water that she returned her gaze to his handsome hybrid features. His accent caused her ears to twist forward curiously. She knew others who spoke strangely, such as Cotl with his German addition to sentences, but this was entirely different. For a moment, she tried to decipher the phrase. "It was cold. Spring hasn't warmed it yet." Her features twisted to gentle amiability in the shape of a smile upon her cream jaws. "Are you sure you wouldn't like to go in? I can hold your vodka while you try it for yourself." One dark eye closed in a playful wink as her curled locks were tossed back into place.
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