<div class="floatright">(https://tse1.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.b5rFz9fQYWxVH-4nIe5HwwEsDh&amp;pid=15.1&amp;P=0&amp;w=228&amp;h=172)</div><strong>Name</strong>Libitina Gomez<br/><strong>Time/Date</strong>October 27th 2017- late afternoon<br/><strong>Location</strong>Garden<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Troy<br/><strong> Misc Information </strong><br/><br/>Libby rubbed at  the mane, it was incredibly fluffy to the touch and the brunette felt like her fingers were reluctant to move away from him face. When he leaned I to her hand she found herself vouching slightly the moment felt intimate and caring, but that couldn't be right could it?! She shivered suddenly aware that evening was fast approaching. Her attention returned to Troy as he mentioned something about email. Well of course she had one but how was he supposed to write if down with those large paws? She wanted to ask but hesitated. Oddly when Troy was in this form Libby found she cared more of his opinion of her.<br/><br/>"Well I guess giving you my address won't kill me. It's TheReaper999@sadist.com." she responded.  She stood watching him expectantly. Would he write it down? Or did he have one of those photographic memories, actually having a brain that takes a mental picture of the written word wouldn't really be helpful as she hadn't written it down. Libby was also interest to see if Troy made any connections between her email and her power. Libby glanced at her watch, she had better get Troy's email sharp. One of the terms of Libby's agreement was she must be with the building wall by nigh fall