Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-5664762-20130707075225/@comment-26414442-20130711011344

"Well, sorta," Cerise glanced around. "An ID is part of it, I guess... it's part of my license." Yet another pause came from the girl in the hood. "A... a rifle! With my gun license! Don't tell anyone. Only you and Hunter know."

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"Eh... Godfather Death," Airmid said, a bit nervously. She tended to usually mention her father later – if she mentioned it too early, people could possibly get the wrong idea. "Well, I'm not exactly his biological daughter, persay, I WAS his goddaughter, then I was kinda... adopted? Not entirely sure if he signed the adoption papers or not, and not entirely sure if I'm even legally alive."

Oops. Airmid may have digressed a bit from the topic at hand. But still, even though she never really cared much for her biological family, she continued to wonder if they still regarded her as part of them, or whether they still thought she was alive.