Sadism at it's finest....that is all.
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Post by Shoka Donomoto on Aug 9, 2015 18:24:53 GMT -5
The snow fell lightly all around the shades of blue and grey of Astraea Hill. A dusting of white covered the ground, but the air wasn't so cold, as there was no wind today. Cloudy skies spread out in above the pruplenette in every direction, reflecting dinly in the waters ahead.
Today Shoka wore a long black coat and a white scarf with matching gloves. She approached the water and turned her route fromt eh water's edge toward a dark figure farther down the shore. A familiar lolita sat on a bench looking rather cross, and Shoka only smiled casually walking up to her with a swagger only Shoka could pull off.
"What's this? Something's got the black cat's claws out. You look prettier with your resting look of dissonance than this. What has you upset my friend?" She said, standing and gazing at her a moment with her snaking grin before she invited herself to sit beside her childhood friend with her hands in her pockets and looking off into the water.
Shed come here to think, to plan, but now with this particular company it was only appropriate that perhaps she share some of those thoughts, given the correct precursors.
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