<b>Re: I Hate Titles (Cash, Kitteh, and I)</b><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#520a0a">â?¢ - - - - &gt;</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:white">----</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#992323"><b>{</b></span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b56969"><b>â?¥</b></span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#e2a5af">Â°</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b56969"><b>â?¥</b></span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#520a0a">Â°</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b56969"><b>â?¥</b></span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#992323"><b>}</b></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:white">----</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#520a0a">&lt; - - - - â?¢</span>​</div><br/><div style="text-align: right"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#e2a5af">â?¥</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#520a0a">______ _ _ </span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b56969">ÑÎµinÎ± â??ÎµinÉ¢oâ??</span>​</div><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b68a97"><b>X x</b> ______________ _ _ _ _______________ ___ _ _ _ ______________________ _ ___ __ _ _______________________ _ __ ______ <b>x X</b><br/>
</span>​</div><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#776779"> More than slightly taken aback, the blond blinked in surprise as she took a step away from the projectile spat into the dirt at her feet.  She stared at the ground, her expression a mixture of disgust and anger, her pale brows furrowed.  A sudden gust of wind shifted the hair on her brow, and disturbed the weapon strapped to her back, whipping his scarf around her body with such force that if she hadnâ??t leaned against it she would have taken an involuntary step forward.  The abrupt motion ruffled her skirt and the frilly material beneath it, exposing momentarily too much skin than was proper for a girl her age, causing the color of her cheeks to deepen a shade.  <br/>
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</span><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#992323">â?You . . . â?</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#992323"></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#776779"> she trailed off, her voice hesitant at first, then it seemed as though her predominant emotion tipped towards anger. </span><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#992323">â?H-how dare you!â?</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#992323"></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#776779">  Her temper flared, but it was rapidly subdued; her soldier training had taught her better than to allow herself to direct her emotions at a civilian, even when they spoke to her in a degrading manner.  <br/>
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She put a hand to Ameliaâ??s arm to steady the unstable girl, to still her and perhaps keep her from doing something rash.  The brunette at her side tended to be reckless and unpredictable when it came to dealing with her emotions, primarily anger.   When in a rage, Reina had witnessed a band of rugged men blown to smithereens with a blast of misdirected magic that rivaled that of a well trained Elementalist.  She leveled her eyes with Ameliaâ??s crystal blue ones, as though passing through her stern gaze a message, thought she knew it would probably be lost on her regardless.  She pressed her forehead to her friendâ??s briefly, a subtle physical expression of endearment she couldnâ??t resist.<br/>
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She whirled around not unlike an exuberant magical girl or an imitation dance move, and thrust her finger in the manâ??s direction.  </span><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#992323">â?Iâ??m not going to let you talk to me like that!â?</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#992323"></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#776779">  She had resumed that childish sing-song voice she had used previously, only a hint of satisfaction colored her bold words.  She really thought this petty man a fool, and would have no qualms with squashing him if the need arose.  </span><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#992323">â?Iâ??ll have you know that in Rhonius, I could arrest you on the grounds of disrespect alone for treating me in that way!â?</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#992323"></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#776779">  She resisted the urge to hurl an insult at him, adding as an afterthought, </span><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#992323">â?I have plenty of brains.â?</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#992323"></span><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#992323"><b>X x</b> ______________ _ _ _ _______________ ___ _ _ _ ______________________ _ ___ __ _ _______________________ _ __ ______ <b>x X</b><br/>
</span>​</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#520a0a">â?¢ - - - - &gt;</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:white">----</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#992323">Î¹ Ï?Î¹â??â?? Ð¸Ï?Ñ? </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#520a0a">â?? Î¹ Îµ</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#992323">, Î¹`â??â?? Ï? Î± Î¹ Ñ? Ð½ÎµÑÎµ Æ?Ï?Ñ yÏ?Ï?</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:white">----</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#520a0a">&lt; - - - - â?¢</span>​</div>