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Someone found a suplimental story for Tithe
[Meet Kaye's apartment room. There's a mattress on the floor with a giant pink and stained comforter on it. The red blotches are probably old dried blood she tried to wash out. There's a small table with newsprint glued to it and glass over that. A chair that's mismatched from the table and holds a worn leather jacket. There's a coffee mug sitting on the table as well as a long stick of khol, some other random make-up, her post-it notes, and a small notebook. Open to a table with lots of writing on it. There's a cat licking out of the mug. On the ground is a shaggy carpet that looks worse for wear really. More stains litter the carpet and there is a pair of steel tipped boots sitting on the ground, half hunched over and laces undone.
Kaye's in the bed, the comforter half hanging off her and the sword and scabbard are held losely in one arm. The other is above her head. Her hair's a mess. It's all over the pillow that's as clean as she could get it when she washed it. Her lose fitting tank top just barely fits her, exposing more flesh then it should. The tips of her feet poke out from under the covers. She looks every bit like both a pixie and a sixteen-year-old girl.
Whatever was holding the device so high drops it now and a flapping of wings can be heard before the ciling is shown. Kaye's voice is in the background, gruff and horse.]
Cut it out dammit.
Kaye's in the bed, the comforter half hanging off her and the sword and scabbard are held losely in one arm. The other is above her head. Her hair's a mess. It's all over the pillow that's as clean as she could get it when she washed it. Her lose fitting tank top just barely fits her, exposing more flesh then it should. The tips of her feet poke out from under the covers. She looks every bit like both a pixie and a sixteen-year-old girl.
Whatever was holding the device so high drops it now and a flapping of wings can be heard before the ciling is shown. Kaye's voice is in the background, gruff and horse.]
Cut it out dammit.
I'm wondering if Rivermun can draw.
I'm kinda good with the dumpster diving myself, but if you'd like to come alone ...
Maybe. Not really sure.
You might say that I don't like to stay still and leech off of people.
*Be weary Kayle, he can probably make the house into another Inventory if you let him start his pack-rat ways.*
Does no one herrrre know how to hunt?
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I can take care of the hunting. It is something that I enjoy.
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