Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20150525061428/@comment-25686329-20150531034520

(((HHAHAHAA~! Oh! My! GOSH! That's SO DANG FUNNY. As if seeing your past Mom be like 'My eyes are down here' and point at her chest wasn't awkward enough, the 'Eugh' SOLD IT! Props to you Monsooon; you check out.

Also, side note, I might bring in my OCs parents soon, we'll see.))

Snow White's eyes gleamed for a split second as Avian introduced himself.

"Well... Marty, I'm very pleased to meet you." She said, voice oddly ambigous. It was like she was... holding back something. Annalog glanced at her for a moment. Was that a hint of... attraction.

Oh, Grimm, the paradoxes though...

She noticed Joliette speaking. Author, she looked like those Souris' brothe... oh, Heaven help them all.

Still in character, Annalog replied to her question about weirdly dressed, trying to seem smooth.

"Tch, what's HER damage?" she said, twirling a lock of hair around her finger and glancing around. "Like, name's Sierra... Connor, and if you're anyone who isn't blitzed, you'll know who I am."

Ugh, a Mirrornator reference!? She'd expect such a lame disguised name from her sister, but Annalog was shocked she had just been so uncreative.

"And... trenchcoats are such the ACE over at Chapter Academy."

Dangit, stay smooth, Annalog.