srsly short >.<
Io took part of the grassy clump in between her fingers as she inspected it fiercely. Naturally Jan had supplied her with the very best he could ship in. And it seemed his drug buying skills way out did his rope tying skills. 'Tak. But, it is not particularly dangerous, no' she countered, not taking her eyes away from the jar to answer the male. 'It is only the idiots of the world that fall foul of things like these' Io added swiftly, putting the drugs away with a sigh. 'Everything can kill you, mój przyjaciel, if you do not take caution'. The fluency in the foreign words pointed to Io's obvious lack of English heritage, as she rolled over the common term softly.
Io smiled and nodded, 'Io Berlin'. It was far from traditional in her homeland and perhaps it was spite from her mother, though she had to admit she could have done worse by naming her children after moons (and their discoverer). Her surname came from her father, of course, and even further back came from his father's ancestral home of Berlin in Germany. As a child it was ironic that while she envied her friends names, for they sounded as if they belonged, they envied her own uniqueness.
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