Taking her own seat now, the mercenary crossed her legs and leaned forward, looking around the quaint little area as she addressed his next question,
"Well, they don't call me lady luck for no reason. Not to mention my reflexes are enhanced."
'The question' made her chortle.
"Please. That guy's got nothin' on me, babe. And it's not makeup. This is just my face. I'm a mutant." She replied while lifting a hand to wipe her palm over her face, showing him it wouldn't come off.
๐ช๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐จ retweeted
โ๐ฌ๐ฝ๐ฐ๐ณ is not a disease with no cure.
It is a ๐พ๐ถ๐ผ๐ต๐ซ on the soul. A wound that can ๐ฏ๐ฌ๐จ๐ณ.
And I have no respect for โheroesโ who do not offer to ๐ฏ๐ฌ๐จ๐ณ the ๐ฌ๐ฝ๐ฐ๐ณ, not even once.โ
Does he like a little lead with his cereal?
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Maybe a shirt, since she's taken it upon herself to enter her room without her knowledge.
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Don't take all the credit here. Sometimes other people deserve compliments too
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