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| Paragus | May 2 2015, 08:09 PM Post #21 |
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Cheri raised an eyebrow in interest when Chi-Chi said that men were the same everywhere, shunning help offered to them and wanting to help women. That certainly seemed to be the case, from what she's seen. While King Cold valued her fighting abilities, he was both a grieving widower, and he was also very xenophobic, looking down upon all other Races besides his own as inferior, peasant garbage. They were either servants, or enemies to be wiped out to him, there was no in between with him or his two sons, Seigneur Frieza and Seigneur Cooler, though it wasn't something she could change. "Eendeed, Mademoiselle(Miss) Chee-Chee. My parentz are very entente(understanding) about my zeetuazeeon, zough. Zey know eet eez not zomezeeng zat I can change. Zey zteell 'ave a long time to vaeet and zee eev I geeve zem any petits enfants(grandchildren). Zey told me not to be een any kind ov précipiter(rush) to tie myzelf down veeth anyvone. Zey vould razzer zee moi alone zan un'appy veeth quelqu'un(someone) d'autre(else). Zey comprendre(understand) my zeetuazeeon, and 'ave told moi to take az much time as I need" she said to Chi-Chi, letting her know that Cheri's parents were still alive and well, and very understanding of her situation. When Chi-Chi had said that she had seen some ugly monsters in her day, and not only doubted that Cheri could be as hideous as what she had seen, but also that her complexion could change so much. Cheri wished that was the case, that her Monster Form was not at all as bad as Cheri and the rest of her species thought it was, but sadly, that was not the case. It truly is as bad as Cheri and the rest of her kind think it is, but it was something she dealt with. "Vhile I vould like to agree veeth you, Mademoiselle(Miss) Chee-Chee, zadly, eet eez az bad as I méchant(bad/nasty) az I 'ave zaeed eet eez. My espèce(species) callz eet our Monzter Vorm. Vhile our normal zelvez are very enchanteur(enchanting), our Monzter Vormz are ze oppozeete ov beauteevul. For moi, mozt notamment(especially), eet even changez my personnalité(personality) to be az bezteeal, primitif(primal), and ghaztly az I look vhile een zat Vorm. I mépriser(despise) eet zo much zat I maeenly try to get zo puissant(powerful een my normal vorm zat I never need to uze eet. Monsieur(Mister) Zarbon décrit(describes) eet our deeverant vormz az a Beauty and Beazt-type of Zcenareeo" she said to Chi-Chi, that scowl of self-revulsion still on her face, standing at attention once Chi-Chi announced that they were on the right floor. ______ WC: 431 TWC: 3,948 |
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| Bel Zephyra | May 3 2015, 08:02 PM Post #22 |
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The elevator opened and the Ox Princess exited onto the elegant hallway. She waited for Cheri to step out too. In the meantime, she paid attention to what the foreign stylist mentioned about what her parents thought about relationships. They were wise in their words. When the raven haired martial artist was younger, she dreamed of marriage and having a large family. It was a dream to be in love. As she got older, she realized that love both a powerful emotion and one that needed to be reciprocated. She was a teenager who was a hopeless romantic. In some ways, she still was. However, she was less focused on pleasing her father in who she married and more interested in the idea of love/marriage itself. While she had dreams to be an incredible martial artist, she could not pass on the opportunity to love. After all, it was every girl's dream to get married.![]() "Your parents are wise. You are lucky to have them. I never knew my mother, but my papa had a similar mindset to your parents. Do not rush into love and trust in your heart. He wanted me to marry my ex husband because it seemed like we were right for one another. My father and my ex's step father were close friends. I wanted to get married too. I have to admit that I am a hopeless romantic at heart. Sadly, the romance I imagined in my head was not as full of rainbows and smiles as I pictured. Perhaps if I had been more patient. I do not regret my marriage because I conceived two wonderful kids. I simply do not like how it ended. I was not as fulfilled as I first thought I was." She found it odd how easily it was to talk to Cheri. In most cases, the Ox Princess refrained from telling anyone about her personal life. It was likely the similarities in age that had the raven haired mother confide in her new stylist friend. "I still find it hard to believe that your transformation is ugly, but I will take your word for it. I do have to say one thing though. It is better to be ugly on the outside than it is on the inside. Your physical appearance now helps too. " She commented with amusement because it was the truth. Once they reached the apartment, she glanced at Cheri. "I hope you are ready. Paul can be quite the handful at times." She warned because when it came to her body guard, he was immature, goofy, and full of surprises. The women in the hair salon screamed when they saw a man walk in with a shotgun. The only one who did not react to the man with the gun was the owner of the shop. She turned to greet the individual who she heard wanted to know who owned the shop. It should have been obvious. Upon hearing the demand, the white faced owner pulled the comb out of customer's hair, which caused the customer to yelp, and turned to the man who called for her. It was rare that men came into the shop. When she saw him, she studied his ruggedly handsome features. She smiled at him. "Who are you handsome devil? I already paid my rent." She rested her hand on her hip. The other ladies, who were either seated waiting to get worked on or gawking co workers, watched in silence. The man had a gun. "M..Madam Lane h...he has a gun." A girl pointed out. Madame Lane laughed at how dumb the girl seemed. "Stupid girl. All men have them dear." She smiled wickedly at the idea that a bad boy wanted to know who she was. Finally, someone who noticed her beauty. WC: 683 TWC: 4,074 Edited by Bel Zephyra, May 11 2015, 09:15 PM.
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| Gatz | May 3 2015, 08:20 PM Post #23 |
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"Gotcha!" Paul Phoenix was finishing up cleaning up the mess he made. The extra seconds of the chicks talking outside the door bought him the time he needed to get everything cleaned up. He was scanning the area making sure he didn't miss anything. Seeing that it was clean, he ran to the living room and leaped over the couch the second the door would open. Leaping over the couch, he turned on the television with a violent movie playing in the background. He didn't notice what was playing as some guy got stabbed through the chest. Resting his shotgun to his side after getting what he demanded for, the Android Terror's hollowed eyes methodically fell on the sight of the pale chick who got to thinking he was there for her looks. She was eying him like a hungry succubus waiting for the terror to say something she was daydreaming about him saying. The way she was looking up and down at his physique got him thinking she was a nympho in need of getting her face bashed in. Smirking at how delusion she was at thinking she had a chance at scoring with the ultimate beast, she gave him a compliment further proving that she was stupid. His smirk faded when picturing his good girl being insulted by worthless trash like this. "I'm gonna ask you this one time. You the crazy bitch who thought you could deny my girl and then insult her the other day when she came in here to make you do your pitiful job that I could get a fucking street rat to do? " Knowing right away it was the bitch, he was waiting for a confirmation so he could break her. Getting the truth before wrecking his victims and hearing them beg for mercy during the torture he put them through, always got him feeling good. He was going to make sure this bitch never denied anyone again. Making her feel worthless and then showing how better the world would be without her breathing, would be the price the chick paid for fucking with what was his. WC: 370 TWC: 4,305 |
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| Paragus | May 5 2015, 01:13 PM Post #24 |
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Cheri nodded her head in agreement with Chi-Chi when she said that her parents were very wise. She loved her Papa and Maman, even more so now that they were understanding of her situation. Since there wasn't a Male of her species that was stronger than her, she knew she would have to seek out someone of another species, but unlike the Changelings or the Saiyans, her species didn't mind Hybrids in the slightest, due to their genes being dominant in practically every species they have mated with so far in the past. Perhaps the man for her was here on Earth. Chi-Chi explained how her first marriage went down, and Cheri was both glad that she got wonderful children out of her marriage, but also sad that the marriage wasn't as nice and glamorous as Chi-Chi thought it would be. "Vell, I am heureux(glad) zat you managed to get zomezeeng out ov zat marreeage ov yourz. Zo long as you got zomezeeng positif(positive) out ov eet, zen eet vaz vorth eet, oui?" Cheri said to Chi-Chi with a smile on her face, having a feeling that what she would be taken in a positive manner by her apparent new friend. Cheri smiled in appreciation over what Chi-Chi had to say, glad to hear that she didn't mind appearances. She wondered if Chi-Chi would still say so should she happen to see first-hand what Cheri's transformation looked like, as well as what she acted like, but she hoped that her reaction wouldn't cause their friendship to be taken away. The green-haired beauty happened to like Chi-Chi, and she felt that it would be a shame if something like how she looked and acted when she was in her transformation ruined what they had right now, especially if it cost her potential job. Cheri doubted that would happen, though, as Chi-Chi did not seem superficial in the slightest. Chi-Chi seemed like she was warning her about her bodyguard, talking about how this Paul was a handful at times. The blue-skinned bombshell raised an eyebrow in curiosity, not really seeing what the big deal was. Perhaps if she met him, she might be able to see it for herself, but as it was, considering he happened to be Chi-Chi's bodyguard, she doubted he was anything that would be super bothersome. Gatz didn't seem like the type of person to keep those around that were super annoying to him. "Vell, conzeedereeng Monsieur Gatz's personnalité(personality), eev zeez Monsieur Paul 'appened to be zuper ennuyeux(annoying, I doubt zat Monsieur Gatz vould truzt 'eem to guard you, Mademoiselle Chee-Chee. Judgeeng vrom zat alone, I doubt 'e could be zuch a poignée(handful)" she said to Chi-Chi with a tilt of her head, looking as if she accepted the comment Chi-Chi made about Paul, but not quite believing it for herself. She was using her military-trained mind to make a judgement about Gatz, and she wasn't sure if she was right or not about what she said, but she was using common sense and logic based off of the little she had seen. _______ WC: 511 TWC: 4,459 |
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| Bel Zephyra | May 5 2015, 01:36 PM Post #25 |
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"Yes, you're right. The marriage might not have been the dream one that imagined as a teen girl, but I at least had two strong, handsome boys." She admitted with honesty. The marriage itself was not what she pictured. There were many nights she spent alone whereas in her daydreams as a child she saw herself with a man who adored her presence. Her onyx eyes glimmered with devotion because, despite how poorly her marriage ended with her first husband, the second one had a deeper passion than one she ever thought possible. It was as if she were destined to be with Gatz. The proof of it was how their relationship blossomed in other timelines too. In Anju's timeline, despite how tragic it was, the two still bonded in a way most would never understand. Her hand rest on the door knob. She turned to Cheri once more when she commented about her doubt with Gatz's patience with Paul. While the two constantly bumped heads, Gatz tolerated the goofy individual because he was her brother. She no longer saw Paul as a friend. Since her stay in Hercule City, the two grew close together. While Gatz was gone to find out what it was the Black Bow delinquents were after, the self proclaimed Toughest in the Universe protected her. They were good friends. She knew, despite Paul's horrible mannerisms, he had a good heart. "You would be surprised about my husband. They always argue about even the smallest of things. They are always competing and bumping heads...ugh they are like small children sometimes." She rolled her eyes at her how true her statement was. " Gatz puts up with Paul's shenanigans because Paul is loyal to the family. Anju sees him as an uncle, and I see him as a brother. He has been with us through thick and thin. He has never tried to make a move on me either like those troublemakers sometimes do at those public places. After the couple of time that I was attacked, Gatz hired Paul as a full time body guard to follow me everywhere and protect me when my husband was busy with work or business. I didn't like it at first and complained because I can handle myself, but since it was Paul who was hired as my body guard, I became okay with it. Paul is a gentleman. His manners need a ton of work though." She said with sly amusement after she explained to Cheri who Paul was to the family. Her hand turned the door knob. She pushed the door open. When she focused on the living room, Paul was seated on the couch and with his eyes glued to the television. She had not yet noticed that there was a mess seconds prior to her entering into the room. WC: 501 TWC: 4,575 |
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| Gatz | May 5 2015, 07:28 PM Post #26 |
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The door opened alerting the Toughest in the Universe that the Chi arrived. He got off the couch and turned to greet them. Seeing his sis' and placing his hand on the back rest of the couch, he hopped over it. He didn't do a good job of it though because he ended up falling flat on his face because of a toy baby Anju left on the floor. His foot hit it causing him to slip and fall. "Oof! AW MAN! The hell!" The Toughest felt his face hit the ground. The fail of acting cool for the boss lady causing the Toughest to curse to himself about Anju leaving her toy on the floor. He thought he cleaned up everything. Standing back up, he brushed his pants off and pulled his gi down like nothing happened. He was smooth with how he got back onto his feet. Looking towards the door and seeing Chi, he walked to her to help her in. She didn't have any bags on her and like boss man said she was with a green chick. "Yo, Chi there is an alien standin' right behind you. You the green chick the boss man was talkin' about?" Not wasting any time, the Toughest held out his hand. He knew the boss man wouldn't let just any random punk or chick hang around his girl unless he trusted that they could be dealt with if they tried something funny. The Toughest in the Universe had zero issues kicking a chick's ass if need be. He was about respecting the ladies, but if they went after the boss lady for the family, it was business as usual. "The name's Paul Phoenix." Keeping his hand out, he waited for the chick to shake. Gatz waited for the bitch to reply. Exhaling from his nostrils like a bull ready to gore a bitch, he was on the brink of ending her life. He wanted a confession first. She didn't say anything so he gave her to the count of three to start talking. "Not talking isn't an option here. Did you not just hear what I said? Let me fix your hearing for you. You got to the count of fucking 3 to answer my question. You don't answer I take our your customers and then you bitch. I ain't fooling around either so try testing me. I fucking dare you." Making it clear what he would do, he began counting down. WC: 441 TWC: 4,746 Edited by Gatz, May 12 2015, 04:57 AM.
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| Paragus | May 11 2015, 11:47 AM Post #27 |
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Cheri listened quietly, and in an attentive manner, when Chi-Chi explained the relationship between her husband and this Paul Phoenix. While they DID happen to argue a lot, she explained that Gatz knew this Paul Phoenix was damned good, though he would never admit it to himself. Cheri had learned in that instant that Gatz judged someone by how useful they were, and not their personality. Only time he dismissed their usefulness and killed them is if they crossed a line that they shouldn't have crossed. It was an interesting dynamic, one that Cheri had seen somewhat in King Cold. "Eenterezteeng, very much zo. Monsieur Gatz zeemz like ze type to juge(judge) quelqu'un(someone) more on how utile(useful) zey 'appen to be, razzer zan on zeeer personnalités(personalities). Zough, I can tell zat zere are lignes(lines) zat you don't crozz veeth 'eem, vor zure. 'e zeemz like 'e vould keell quelqu'un(someone) vor zteppeeng over a line, no matter how utile(useful) zat zey might be. Remindz moi(me) ov my employer, mozt certainement(definitely). Zough, my employer eez much more élégant(elegant) een 'eez maniérismes(mannerisms)" she said to Chi-Chi with a nod of her head, finding the comparison between Mr. Gatz and King Cold quite an apt comparison. With that said and done, they both quickly entered the apartment, and Cheri got her first look at the illustrious Mr. Phoenix. He was a rugged type of man, a more handsome, than beautiful, type of man. He introduced himself to her politely, even offering his hand for her to shake. Cheri smiled a radiant smile that enhanced her features all the more, and she quickly locked hands with him, shaking his hand in a dainty manner. My, he was quite polite, though he didn't give her the traditional greeting that one might choose to greet a lady, but that was just fine with her. "Bonjour Monsieur Phoeneeggz. My name eez Cheree, and eet eez a plaisir(pleasure) to meet you, veethout a doubt. I 'ope zat ve veell be zeeeeng more ov each ozzer vhen I 'appen to passer(pass) Monsieur Gatz's leettle tezt" she said to him in heavily French-accented voice, adding a bit of flirtatiousness to her introduction, complete with smile and everything. While Paul was someone who was just introduced to her, she had no issue with flirting with him, as he was quite a catch appearance-wise. Besides, there was no harm in it, at least, in her mind, anyway. _______ WC: 401 TWC: 4,860 |
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| Bel Zephyra | May 11 2015, 09:39 PM Post #28 |
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Madam Lane was bewildered by the rudeness of the customer who entered into her salon. Her mouth gaped at his barbaric behavior especially because it was her salon. Those who entered were expected to treat her like royalty. "How dare you come into my salon and threaten me." She replied angrily. The fellow women, who were seated in salon chairs with connected hair dryers, covered their mouths and stayed quiet due to the psychotic man's threat. Their whimpers of fear unwillingly made the situation worse. They knew how pretentious Madam Lance could be, therefore, their anxieties grew. Madam Lane was not a woman who bargained or reasoned with anyone. "But since you have that filthy thing my salon, I will tell you what you need to know. If I don't find a woman worth working on, then I pass her along. You are not the first man who has walked into my salon and tried to threaten my existence because I did not find their buttercup special like they did. You aren't the first, and you won't be the last. Now get lost before I call the police." Madam Lane said her few words and turned her back to the mad man. Her chin rose to the sky smugly. She acted as if she had solved the problem. The moment Cheri and herself walked into the apartment Paul approached them. Their conversation on Gatz and Paul was a brief one, but she agreed with Cheri's keen observation. There was more about the bearded man that the alien visitor would see soon enough. Within the second they walked in the door, the master of disaster proved her point. He tried to leap over the couch in a fancy way, yet he fell on his face. The Ox Princess pinched her nose in response to his clumsiness. She almost laughed at his silliness. It was typical of him to be a goof. "That is why you should use a couch properly Paul and walk around it when you need to get somewhere. You should know better." The raven haired mother was pleased to see that there was not a mess made in the suite while they were gone. Since Paul was known to be a messy man, she thought she might find him buried in trash. It would not be the first time. He questioned why the woman alongside her was green and who she was. Politely, Cheri replied to Paul's question. The two seemed to hit it right off the bat. While they spoke, she walked around them and headed to the open concept kitchen. "She is here to help me with a style for the ball next week since the lady at the salon did not want to help me out. She was a real hussie that one. The moment I walked in she kicked me out. Can you believe the nerve of that woman?" The Ox Princess commented with annoyance that someone would kick a potential customer out of their business before they got to shop. She should have given the salon owner a piece of her mind that day, but the raven haired mother kept it together. It was not worth the trouble. WC: 572 TWC: 5,147 |
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| Gatz | May 12 2015, 04:56 AM Post #29 |
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"Aw, Chi, but it ain't fun that way." The Toughest in the Universe rubbed the back of his head. Blinking a couple of times, he stared at the green alien chick before she got to introducing herself in a French accent. Having heard many accents including speaking bear, he got that she was introducing herself. "Cool name Cheri. Sounds like the cherries Boss Lady likes putting in her drinks. The names Paul." He stuck his hand out for her to shake. Hearing Chi talk about what happened, he punched the palm of his hand with his fist. He already knew where boss man was at talking about business. There was no punk that got away with messing with the boss man's girl. "Boss man gonna teach that bitch a lesson then. Shit I wanna go down there and bust her face open for denying ya sis. Watcha think Cheri?" He asked expecting her to agree. "You ain't from around here but I can show you around town if ya want with Chi. I'll take ya to a bar or something. Boss man must think you got some talent letting you work on boss lady's hair." He touched his block hair smoothing it out. ![]() The bitch turned her back on the android terror lifting up her nose like she had bested the ultimate beast. He smirked at first when she was saying how the salon belonged to her. She was stupid saying it to the owner of the fucking city. Then she got smart mouthed too acting like he was the other weak trash that walked into the salon defending their girls. Comparing him to trash, got him seething. It wasn't smart turning your back to the apex predator. His eyes glowing red with hatred he clenched his fists and grit his teeth. His blood boiling at the her stupid remark admitting openly that she fucked with his girl. Sniffing the jealousy on the ugly chick, he snapped. "This bitch thinks shes good. Fuck no." Seeing her turn around and admitting that she tossed out his prized possession for no damn reason, the terror lunged forward and grabbed her by her hair out muscling her. She began screaming for him to release her. Keeping his vice grip on her air, he overpowered her until her face was pressed into the mirror. He was going to rough her up good for the shit she was talking earlier. The other chicks began screaming only feeding into his power as fear made him stronger, more efficient at what he did. ![]() He stuck his shotgun into her throat preparing to blow her brains out. Pulling her hair, he tugged her face until she was looking upward and into the mirror. "You listen and you listen to me good. I'm not those other fucks who walked in here because when I say something I mean it. Now what were you saying before. Come on tell me bitch. Tell me what." Pressing her face pressed into one of the mirrors, she got a good look at how demented he was. His crooked smirk twisting wider when she started struggling in his grasp. He wanted to see what she had to say now. WC: 574 TWC: 5,320 Edited by Gatz, May 12 2015, 12:03 PM.
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| Paragus | May 15 2015, 01:33 PM Post #30 |
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Cheri listened on quietly as the mysterious Paul Phoenix and her fellow Mother interacted with each other. So far, from the way they interacted, it indicated that they were on closer terms beyond that of Paul Phoenix being the bodyguard of Chi-Chi. It was clear to see that they were friends, which was a rather nice thing to see. Cheri, upon seeing the fancy way that Paul Phoenix had attempted to use to get off of the couch, only to wind up falling on his face, had caused her place the back of her hand against her mouth to cover the amused smile, and muffle the amused chuckles that were currently leaving her. Chi-Chi then proceeded to explain to Paul Phoenix as to the reason why Cheri happened to be here with her. She explained how she needed to get some work done, and how the rude lady threw her out and acted like a hussy. Cheri scowled a bit in irritation over the explanation about the rude woman. While she already heard the explanation about the woman, it still annoyed her how someone so rude got to be in any kind of leader position. Such a thing would not happen on her planet. "Oui(Yes), Madame(Mrs) Chee-Chee eez correct. I veezh to 'elp 'er veeth 'er pansage(grooming). Truth be told, zhe doez not need much vork. Only zome zlight touch upz 'ere and zere. Zhe 'az very good genez" she said with a nod of her head as she complimented Chi-Chi. She had personally seen a great of many different females, from this planet and others, and she could say Chi-Chi was very beautiful, even though she clearly wasn't a member of Cheri's own species. She was not the type to lie about someone when she felt something was true about them if it was complimentary. Paul Phoenix had complimented her name, comparing it to the Earth fruit that Chi-Chi liked putting in her drinks. It was a bit clumsy of a compliment, but it wasn't awkward or unintentionally insulting, so she had no problem feeling complimented by it. It was a pretty alright compliment in her mind, so Cheri took it with a smile on her face, her long, elegant eyelashes fluttering a bit with every blink she did all the while. The blonde had then stuck his hand out for her to shake, which Cheri responded by reaching out and grabbing his hand, shaking it firmly. Upon hearing that he was willing to show her around the city, maybe even take her to a bar, she responded back by widening her smile a bit, which widened even more when Paul Phoenix had proceeded to compliment her on her skills if Mr. Gatz was willing to let her work on Chi-Chi's appearance. Well, she didn't want to come off as haughty or arrogant or anything, but her species prided themselves on their appearance, some members a bit more than they prided on their fighting abilities, so she felt she was able to judge very accurately what someone needed work on. "Oui(Yes), I vould apprécier(appreciate) zat, mon(my) cher(dear). I veell gladly aggzept your le appel d'offre(invitation). Az vor my zkeellz een ze art of perzonal groomeeng, mien(mine) espèce(species) 'appenz to be one zat valuez and carez vor zeeer perzonal appearanze. All ov ze vomen and men 'appen to all be very beau(beautiful), zo ve all value our own apparitions(appearances). Zo, I vould like to zeenk I know my ztuvv vhen eet comez to perzonal groomeeng" Cheri said to Paul Phoenix with a confident smirk on her face, brushing a long strange of light green hair out of her face. _______ WC: 604 TWC: 5,464 |
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