<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/IoRcGg5.jpg)</div>Erica stretched as she makes her way through the door uttering her "Good mornin's", one arm behind her head, the other straight up, doing so until she heard that lovely little<em>pop</em>in her spine telling her that the job was done. Such a great sound it was to her as well, second only to cracking her knuckles. "You know," she said addressing Alizeh, "asking people not to do something is a clear way t' make them suspicious. So... where'd you sneak off to at the ball and with who?" the black-haired boxer asked as she proceeded to read the newspaper over Sharell's shoulder, flipping back the corner a little to continue reading the prior page. "Super-late-iv six" she mouthed, "Were we... did we really take up that much time to be called super late? Ah well, at least we upstaged that rude gal from last night. Anyway, do you want to take a look at this haunted festhall now or head on to Pixie Street to be there for highsun for the Lliiran thing?"<br/><br/>