<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/998723462564683908/1000165806690291843/IMG_3034.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Namira Laurent</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Daddy's Girl Invoked</strong>: [ ]<br/><strong>Heartbreaker Invoked</strong>: [ ]<br/><strong>Ishtar's Pride and Joy Invoked</strong>: [ ]<br/><br/>[ ] Bruised <br/>[ ] Injured<br/>[ ] Maimed<br/>[ ] Taken Out<br/><br/><strong>Conditions:</strong><br/></div></div></div></div><strong>Location:</strong>In the air<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Maman<br/><hr/><br/>Again, Namira found herself blushing at the praise, but also, this time, something in her stomach twisted and she found herself thinking about how she'd responded to that nerd who had only sent her a message on a dare.  She grimaced and ducked her head briefly, not sure she fully deserved that praise.  Did she have to... apologize?  Ugh, she<em>hated</em>giving apologies!  Still, maybe this time, just perhaps she owed someone one.  She didn't have to like it, though.  Right now, however, there were more important things to focus on.<br/><br/>"That's good," she commented about Gilgamesh, glad there wasn't some millennia old grudge going on here or something.  "Last thing I need is that on top of everything else I'm going to have to deal with."  She frowned slightly.  "So he's sacrificing people to this 'goddess'?  Ugh, I knew there was something wrong with that guy."  Bullet dodged, indeed.  "No, no, Maman, it's okay.  I kind of promised not to be loud and immediately failed two seconds later."  It was nice to hear that her mother was willing to go to bat for her, though.  "Oh my god, Maman, that was awful!"  She exclaimed with a bell-like laugh, the image of some rando blowing a tune through Gil's butt too much.  "Besides, I have a much better target than his ass~"