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</div></div><br/><span style="font-size: 12px">Hazel earned a shrug from the Fae. "Knock for her," was all she managed to answer with before overhearing Set's commentary.<br/>
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"Why would she be <i>scared</i>?" <br/>
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Swiveling in her seat, Chance narrowed her gaze on Set as if he had pushed some kind of button on the woman, earning her venom as she continued with, "Or, rather, why on Earth would you think yourself capable of scaring her?" <br/>
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Motioning up and down with a collection of manicured digits, disgust coated each syllable of her syntax as she explained bluntly, "I don't work here, nor do I owe you the time of day. Perhaps you could walk into the kitchen and find out for yourself just how to order food by asking the individual <b>who does work here</b>, rather than making passive aggressive observations concerning the relationship I have with Errol..." <br/>
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A smirk followed when she turned away, adding. "<i>And Adon.</i> Shame he isn't here, really."<br/>
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Straight-backed, the blonde released a long sigh as her attention returned to Brock and his mild attempts at flirting. A very welcome change of pace, albeit poorly executed. She gave him credit all the same. "What's in a name? As I said before, naming my race would only provoke thoughts of the false human-made creations that were popular in works of fiction. Imagine if you told someone you were human, and their only reference for the word was something Disney made?" While his fingers worked to move against the back of her hand, her vision lowered. "As for the panties, <i>well</i>... am I wearing a bra?" <br/>
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Based on the cut of her dress, she most certainly wasn't. Beneath the length of fur, it was difficult to take notice of initially, but now that attention had been drawn to the outfit, Chance gave up the ghost with the admittance of, "I wouldn't wear one without the other. If they aren't a matching set, they're not worth the effort."<br/>
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