<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Lily glanced over her shoulder at him. Her blue eyes shimmered lightly and she turned to him releasing her hair. Curly locks fell over her neck and she cocked her brow at him. her milky skin covered in the red scratch marks of her trying to rid her body of everything. For her it was just a normal thing. At times she had made herself bleed trying to scrub herself 'clean'. She walked over to him and took the chopsticks from him. Taking a small box of the Mongolian beef. It was by far her favorite, along with veggie lo mien and spring rolls. Though if she was in Asia she liked about all of their stuff. She opened the box and began to pick out the veggies, leaving the best part for last.<br/>
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Climbing onto the bed she crossed her legs chewing her food before he eyes drifted back to the man in from of her. "All the good stuff? What is your favorite?" She hummed when suddenly her expression went blank. She held a dead look in her eyes and froze up completely. Lily was completely unaware of what was happening, she had no idea she was frozen so completely as a memory flooded her mind. When she was Xioan, eating with her family. It went from pleasant to horror ridden, blood covering the paper slides. Xioan's family scattered across the floor as a dull samurai sword dropped from her clutch. She shook her head and then continued to take bites from the goodie infested box as if she hadn't just zoned out for a minute or two.</span>