<span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><b>Cute</b>? She arched a brow faintly, a small snort erupting past her lips in lieu of laughter. She hardly looked cute. Comfortable, sure but cute? It was obvious he was blind or perhaps slightly sigh impaired. She nudged the door closed with a flick of her index finger before turning to set the beer down on the table beside the plates of cookies. The whiskey she brought with her into the kitchen, a stream of fluent curses slipping from her as she caught sight of the water boiling over on the stove but King beat her to it.<br/>
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"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">I've been pretty good</span>." She finally answered once both the spill was cleaned up and the flames turned down to a barely visible roar. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">Can't complain really. How have you been? It's been what, five years or more</span>?" Jen'jidai took a hold of her glass of wine, taking a brief sip before gesturing towards him. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">What can I get you to drink</span>?"</span></span>