[jhgskdhgsjgskhjks - is the sound spluttering as the balloon hits the side of her head, catching hair and skin alike. Two-faced Sif. That is her right now.
And how did she not think he could be hiding that? Well.
In return, she opens hell of his face; sometimes pistols have their uses. Hope that one's not full of dye.]
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And how did she not think he could be hiding that? Well.
In return, she opens hell of his face; sometimes pistols have their uses. Hope that one's not full of dye.]
What is it with you and my hair?