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[Tokyo Chance]

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http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv28 ... tokyo3.png); background-position: bottom; background-repeat: no-repeat; padding:15px; padding-bottom:0px;"> . 334 words The chocolate form that appeared startled Tokyo at first. Haku, again? But her nose caught up to her fears. This was a female. The shade was slightly different, anyway. Oh, gross, she was a.. Crimson Dream pack member, too. Ugh. Well, it wasn't like anyone besides Savina really had a reason to know her. Even if her name had been spread amongst the ranks (which was sort of flattering, because even infamy had it's own allure), there was no reason for this stranger to match name to face, to scent. And there wasn't really any tension between Dahlia and CD overall, as far as Tokyo knew... Ehhh, fuck it. No reason to keep her identify hidden. It would be interesting indeed to find out if her name was known through CD. And it wasn't like she would end up in trouble because of it or anything. Tokyo was safely in neutral territory, not breaking the edict that Cwmfen had passed down to her. As the stranger approached, the Dahlian realized just how big she was, especially in comparison to Tokyo's delicate stature. Hmph. Well, it only served to show how extra pretty the older female was. "Hello there, Dreamer." Tokyo called out pleasantly. For all her worrying about identities and personas, the presence of another triggered such deeply ingrained reflexes. She was cheerful, friendly, and as charming as could be. Her smile contained nothing real, but for all that it came trivially close to the genuine artifiact. Only a very careful observer would even notice anything was off. "I'm Tokyo Chance, and you..?" There. Her name had been spoken. Ice blue eyes carefully watched the brown face before her. She was nowhere near as talented at reading expressions as she was at writing them, but if the other female didn't particularly try to hide her reaction Tokyo should be able to identify it. She didn't really know what she was hoping for, or even expecting. Disgust, maybe? Recognition, at least, would be pretty cool.

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