<span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 18px">"You wouldn't be able to handle me, King." J teased, a smirk tugging up one side of her mouth as she slid the lasagna into the oven. <br/>
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"Legba!" She chided rather firmly as the Hellhound made an attempt to lift his leg to piss on the tree. How she had noticed he was attempting it without so much as glancing in the dogs direction was beyond anyone's guess. "Outside with that!" She watched the large canine hang its head in shame before it slinked towards the door with King in tow. Once the two were gone, she turned her attention towards Goodman.<br/>
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"I sense an anxiousness from you, my dear." She smiled slightly and almost as if she could hear or sense an unspoken question, she continued. "Im empathic. I can sense a shift in energy." She explained, gesturing towards the plush black leather sofa in the living room. She sat on one end, leaving the rest for him to decide where he sat.<br/>
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"Not only anxiety, but I also sense curiousity. You have questions?" </span></span>