Defective Kitten
The Defectivest of Them All
Greysen nodded at Lucius' plan, playing with the bladed part of the axe that was given to slaughter pigs with. It was more or less effective but worked either way. The axe's wooden handle had been stained with the blood of pigs and so where her hands that now shown a light pink tome even after washing them for who know how long. Followed by the dance, Greysen decided she would wear her general armor in the last battle that seemed to travel to this world with her but make it more feminine for her rather petite statcher. "I don't need to go to such places, I've already situated my costume. Also Izaria, try not to vomit too much on the ride there." Teasing Izaria knowing that it was one of her weaknesses, especially from the way she reacted the last time round. "I'll stay with Lucius to help for now." Looking over to him with a natural smile, something she'd been doing more often in this world than in Sofya.