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You are the weapon I choose.
Asphyxia was around to mind her own business for a change as she, for once in her life, skipped around in her own glory as she thought about Skoll. Although, music interrupted her thoughts and she was curious, she had never met anyone who could actually play music. Following the sound, she ended up in front of a hillbilly coyote that was strumming an interment. She put on a, barely, halfhearted smile, "Wha's that?"
The black female was kind of curious, red eyes scanning the male. She had definitely never seen a male with such different style before, in fact neither had she seen a female dressed the same sort of style. Today, she was deciding to be half nice but only for the fact that she was in a happy mood because of the thought of Skoll and because he was a coyote, which meant he could get a free ticket of talking to Asphyxia without her terrible mood swings.
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