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"I hope you don't take offense, but I first thought you might be a lamp shade. But now that I see your limbs, I see that's obviously not the case."

" You actually reminds me of my Cousin Jay Abit and you seem actually really smart and a total sci Fi geak. If I could I would sneak you in to the Stargate command base. "

Autumn looked up. "You pwetty." She said, golden tail wagging. She ran to her parents, saying she found a new friend.

At the sight of the little wolf girl, Cris couldn't repress a soft smile. "Aw, you are such a sweetheart! You remind me of my oldest girl, when in a few years..." Looking up at the parents, the smile did not leave her eyes as she explained: "I have three fur-folk kids myself - two girls and a little boy, all foxes. The loves of my life."

" You seems like a kind person who hides it from others usually "

Cohen smiled softly. "You seem very kind, Cora. I hope no one hurts you deeply." He said, picking up Autumn.

"You are certainly a fascinating creature."

Everet tilted his head. "Hm. You seem like a tough person." He mused, camera in hand.

Silence followed as Deadfire and 4 other humanized cats sat at a bench, looking at Everet with a slight icy gaze. the black and orange-haired male giving a slight hum " Seems nice, though not sure he could handle being in brokenclan for more than a moon." He snickered with a sigh. " Though maybe their tougher than they look. like Dove. Dove is cut out to be a nice warrior." He nodded, Flexing his sharp mechanical claw-like fingers " Good looking too." He light-heartedly complimented

The clan of cats were suddenly met with an excited squeal from none other than Bailey herself.

"Kitties!" She was approaching rapidly, sleeved arms extended. "You're all too cute to leave without being petted!"

"My dear child, you look homeless. Well, come with me. I will get you a hair brush and a dress that you won't trip over. You'll at least look presentable."

(Laudomia, 2nd gen)

The fashionista was all smiles as she reached out a perfectly manicure hand for Laetitia to shake. "Ah! Mrs. Blackert-Trousdale, do I have that right? Darling, I've heard so much about you, I simply had to tell my secretary to squeeze in the time for a rendez-vous between my business meetings!"

Her eyes sparkled with amusement. "It doesn't happen everyday to meet a woman who understands the importance of being a frontrunner in business and has good fashion sense to boot! Even if I'm sure we could just, you know, upgrade your looks a bit - only if you desire, of course! I am always open to give out fashion advices and sometimes the best results are achieved when different visions blend and juxtapose! Also, you will accept my condolences for the loss of your husbands? I have experienced very similar tragedies in my life too, although I always say the only comfort that carries me on through the suffering is knowing they didn't have to endure the torment of getting, you know, old and lonely...."

She sighed, checking her reflection in one of the many mirrors that littered the office. "Fortunately your newest husband looks... er... to be holding well against advancing age, I am sure he will not show the signs of his age for a long time still. It's a pity for those wrinkles under his eyes, though, don't you think?..."

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"Laudomia, your sense of style is attractive, though the rumors about previous men in your life suggest it may be prudent to keep my distance. Though I also wonder if you might be worth the risk."

"Hmm! Well...how do I put this...." The woman pursed her lips together with a slant of the head; eyes narrowed in a way that exhibited the gears turning ever so carefully. A finger lifted as if finding the response before quickly pulling it away with a crinkled face of disapproval. Patting her hands to the side as she bobbed head back and forth, stepping a few more degrees back before officially belting off the comments. "You seem... a bit rough around the fringes. In disparity, I do find that quite exciting, even if it stresses me a bit." She'd bite down on her lip, wincing slightly before continuing. "Perhaps a good conversation... in a well-lit tavern of some sort or marketplace could push me to glimpse things differently? Quite frankly right now though...you scare me." Eyes flickering a few times, with a smile that appeared more inclined to hint at her running off than actually going through with that premise.

Pumpo:
Pumpo simply holds a sign that says: 'I'd hug ya if I could, because you seem like the type of person who needs that'

"Roight, what's all this then-" Wait a minute.. had she walked in too early, or was really no one in front of her to judge?! "Huh?" Neither person nor beast stared back at her; Artie looked left and right, up and.. ah, there they were! "Is that a.. pumpkin? Ye gods, what even happened-" This didn't make sense! She was supposed to be meeting a person, a living thing, someone that could walk, talk and leave an impression on her! "A take it yer supposed to be some sort'o departure gift of whoever A was meant to meet then, eh?" Artie chuckled, and crouched by the little orange squash before scooping it into her hands. Firm, a nice and rich color, skillfully carved, too! Next to it, a seemingly important sign had been planted into the ground. Too bad Artie wasn't reading it. "Ye know what, A think A'll stick ye into a curry tonoight, sure me crew'll love it! Cannae really afford meat anyway at the moment, so ye'll do, rest assured!" Nothing like a good spicy stew to stave off rising tensions in The Rustbucket!

"Bah. I hate your accent. Like you think your so much better than everyone. Just because you speak like some type of moron." he said as he crossed his arms. "And your like some type of mechanic? What a loser job." he said which is funny considering Carmine doesn't work at all

(This is entirely in character I think Artie is really cool)

" Yeah there is no way I am dealing with you who hotheaded jerk "

"You're a monster hunter? An adventurer? I'm not sure I believe it." Hasha takes a quick sip from her flask before waving it dismissively "But...sometimes looks can be deceiving. Sometimes."