06-10-2009, 02:47 PM
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Feelings of uneasiness swelled within her stomach; the other woman’s reaction was a little off. Had she been mistaken? Perhaps she wasn’t Tokyo Chance after all. There was a moment of doubt, and a frown creased the Acer’s forehead. It had to be her. She looked just like an older version of Princess; two peas in a pod! Maybe her disbelief stemmed from the shock that came with such a revelation. That was a plausible explanation, and it would certainly explain the femme's inability to pronounce a sentence properly. Lexey tried to imagine how she’d react if faced with the same situation; that’s when her pack mate’s strange behavior started making a little more sense.
“Uh, Princess? Your daughter?” she repeated, her perplexed gaze searching for an answer amidst those teal-colored eyes. Perhaps a more in depth explanation would help her snap out of whatever trance she was in. “I met her near the southern borders. She’s looking for you and your son… Buttface.” She couldn’t help it; her curiosity had to be satiated. Her tone of voice was light and pleasant, displaying slight amusement in relation to the name. Naming your child “Buttface” was a cruel thing to do and Alexey would never openly condone such actions, but she couldn’t help finding it a little funny.
Feelings of uneasiness swelled within her stomach; the other woman’s reaction was a little off. Had she been mistaken? Perhaps she wasn’t Tokyo Chance after all. There was a moment of doubt, and a frown creased the Acer’s forehead. It had to be her. She looked just like an older version of Princess; two peas in a pod! Maybe her disbelief stemmed from the shock that came with such a revelation. That was a plausible explanation, and it would certainly explain the femme's inability to pronounce a sentence properly. Lexey tried to imagine how she’d react if faced with the same situation; that’s when her pack mate’s strange behavior started making a little more sense.
“Uh, Princess? Your daughter?” she repeated, her perplexed gaze searching for an answer amidst those teal-colored eyes. Perhaps a more in depth explanation would help her snap out of whatever trance she was in. “I met her near the southern borders. She’s looking for you and your son… Buttface.” She couldn’t help it; her curiosity had to be satiated. Her tone of voice was light and pleasant, displaying slight amusement in relation to the name. Naming your child “Buttface” was a cruel thing to do and Alexey would never openly condone such actions, but she couldn’t help finding it a little funny.