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#####Her eyes narrowed at the sound fo the man's approach, a bemused smile spreading over her muzzle. "More company, so soon? I should spend more time here, rather than my tree. Much less lonely," she mused quietly to herself, studying the stranger as he came closer. The first thing she noticed was the smell of blood, presumably coming from the ear that appeared to be injured, pinned back against his skull gingerly. His hair was noticeable, too, but it did not matter much to her, considering her own hair, dyed to her liking at a very flamboyant red color. The piercings were not things she was accustomed to, really, other than the ones she had seen on the very interesting Russian pirate, Rurik. They were interesting, although she doubted she would ever have any. They seemed rather tedious, and she could not imagine what it would be like to pierce dead flesh like her own. It would be most unpleasant, she could only assume, and most likely it wouldn't be worth it.
#####Emerald eyes travelled down to her own hands as she realized that not everyone knew what such a thing was. The ones she had explained it to had seemed interested, so she did not think there was any harm in telling the yellow male, as well. "This is a bowl, and inside is an herb, marijuana. It makes you feel good when you smoke it, and it keeps me walking. It's good stuff," she added with a grin, always finding it fascinating when others were not educated in the matter of smoking and drugs. "Like this," she said, lifting the bowl to meet her ebony lips. Demonstration was always the best method of teaching, although the learner could never really know what was actually going on within her body and the piece that became a part of her every time she smoked. It was something learned mostly through experience, although sometimes the first few attempts were not very good. Some even dealt with pain and horrible fits of coughing, though she far, far beyond that by now, something she was thankful for. That stage had been very short for her, but it had been there at first.
#####Inhaling while she lit the bowl in a dramatic fashion to demonstrate how, exactly, it was done, Lolita did something she hoped that Daisuke would not try right away, if he wanted to try at all. She let the chamber fill as much as she possibly could before drawing the smoke in, something that she had seen make others sick before. For her, it was nothing short of normal. Her eyes drifted closed as she hummed to herself softly, a mindless tune to accompany the lack of breathing. Finally, she allowed some of the smoke to escape. "Pleasure. Lolita Monroe," she drawled, glad to have more company so soon after Kansas. For now, this meeting was certainly a pleasure for her, and she hoped it would go as well as, if not better, than her time with Kansas. She was feeling a little less lonely as of late, and she didn't want that to stop so soon.
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