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M.A.R.C.Y.
Isabel slowly slides her hand along his chest. "You're really bright." She slurs. She's literally becoming drunk and maybe even high at the same time from his aura. "My flames are um.... purple yeah. You like the color purple right? Like from those crayon boxes. Purple, not Violet... or blue." She gasps in realization. "My eyes are blue! You wanna see?" She stands on her tippy toes and stares at where his eyes should be.