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"Oh, I don't know. . . " Leah sighed, glancing up at him and back at the pulley, trying to hide her devilish grin.
"Oh, I don't know. . . " Leah sighed, glancing up at him and back at the pulley, trying to hide her devilish grin.
“Leah, what do you know?” Lucian insisted, noticing the smile. “C’mon, what did she tell you?”
"Well, she didn't tell me, but. . ." She looked up, making a kissing face. "I bet on Cicada's life that happened."
(Ack, I hate drawing feet.)
(Ack, I hate drawing feet.)
( Sammmeee. It honestly sucks )
(Ack, I hate drawing feet.)
( Sammmeee. It honestly sucks )
(And I'm not much better at shoes, either :P)
(I usually draw from the waist and up because I can't draw legs or feet)
Lucian groaned sharply and shook his head, unable to hold in a laugh. “Hell, I guess Cicada is living.”
(I’m back!)
(I usually draw from the waist and up because I can't draw legs or feet)
(I love drawing legs, but feet destroy me)
(And the OTHER FRIGGIN' EYE! GOSH DARN IT!!!)
Lucian groaned sharply and shook his head, unable to hold in a laugh. “Hell, I guess Cicada is living.”
"Good, because Cicada would have killed me if I bet on her life." Leah laughed, leaning against the mast and enjoying the breeze. "Though Morrigan knows how to backfire everything. . ."
(Welcome back, and I relate, it’s stressful to keep everything symmetrical)
Lucian groaned sharply and shook his head, unable to hold in a laugh. “Hell, I guess Cicada is living.”
"Good, because Cicada would have killed me if I bet on her life." Leah laughed, leaning against the mast and enjoying the breeze. "Though Morrigan knows how to backfire everything. . ."
(Wait what does she mean by that?)
“Backfire everything?” Lucian asked with a grin, arching a dark brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
"Well, she has quite the imagination. . . " Leah said, clearing her voice and looking down at the pulley next to her foot.
"Thanks. I have to reapply this now. Stupid tears."
She nodded. "I'm going to go find Cap. Will you be okay if I leave you here?"
"Well, she has quite the imagination. . . " Leah said, clearing her voice and looking down at the pulley next to her foot.
Lol sorry!)
Lucian groaned sharply and shook his head, unable to hold in a laugh. “Hell, I guess Cicada is living.”
"Good, because Cicada would have killed me if I bet on her life." Leah laughed, leaning against the mast and enjoying the breeze. "Though Morrigan knows how to backfire everything. . ."
(Wait what does she mean by that?)
(Cicada: I would kill her. Simple.)
"Well, she has quite the imagination. . . " Leah said, clearing her voice and looking down at the pulley next to her foot.
Lol sorry!)
( it was actually hilarious )
"Well, she has quite the imagination. . . " Leah said, clearing her voice and looking down at the pulley next to her foot.
Lucian’s eyes widened a tad, and his brows raised in interest. “Oh really? Are you going to tell me what she said, or are you going to make me ask her myself?”
Leah groaned at Lucian's comment. "Just. . . ask her yourself." She said, finally meeting his gaze.
(Should I put Jo Jo in shoes? What do you guys picture on her feet?)
(I can make Morrigan walk by when they’re done the convo?)
(Should I put Jo Jo in shoes? What do you guys picture on her feet?)
Sandals
(K. Any particular kind?)
“Mm, alright,” Lucian responded slowly, nodding in thought. “Did you still want to look at this?” He asked, changing the subject and tilting his head toward the file.
(K. Any particular kind?)
You know those tan ones that go up to the knee? Pretty simple, no jewels or beads or whatever. That’s just what I picture lol
(No, I don't know those type. She wears pants though so I don't think those would work.)
(c r o c s)
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