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</div><br/><br/>"Maybe, maybe not...but I really don't mind answering your questions." Heather tilted her head with a smile, several silvery strands falling against her cheek, the tips tickling her shoulders and chin. Those oceanic blue eyes opened, meeting his, and a pink blush made its way across her face. "And thank you... I don't really have much of a voice, yet you say I do nonetheless. I have been alive...for a very, very long time." Her fingers bopped him on the nose yet again, though this time...said fingers retreated before he had a chance to nip at them.