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[diego starr phoenix]

"DIE DIE DON'T THROW THAT" Her sister's voice echoed through her ears as glass crashed through the side of the wall. Her brother stood of to the side, crossing his arms in front of him, his brow furrowed as he stared down at her. Another crash came as she hurled the bottle filled with alcohol against the pole. Frustrated screams came from her as she began kicking things, throwing the chair against the glass window in the recording studio.

A sigh left her sister's; Afina's mouth when it cracked. This was likely behavior from Diego. She just couldn't control it. She wondered how normal it was for this to happen to people. Her deadly temper was not something to be taken as a joke. Since she was born her parents knew what she was going to be like. Rebellious and absolutely wild. Unlike her siblings who were quiet or just crazy. Diego had something that they didn't and that was just pure anger towards the world. Her brother made his way over to her as she huffed and puffed, her chest rising and falling quickly as her intake of air quickened, clenching her tiny fists together and closing her eyes. All she could see was bright motherfucking red. Shaking her brother's strong hands off her shoulders she began pacing around, grabbing a chair from the side and throwing it again. It fell apart on impact. The girl's strength was underestimated clearly. "Dila...shh" Her brother's words sunk into her head as her heart rate decreased and her fists unclenched. Breathing slower she sat down on a unbroken chair, putting her head into her hands and taking deep breathes. " What the fuck happened in here?" She looked up to see the manager and got up, leaving the record studio and making her way back towards the tour grounds.




Voices screamed in her head as she walked, her heels slapping against the pavement as her hands stuck into her pockets. Her Ipod on full volume as she stopped on the sidewalk, her stomach making loud noise. Growling lightly, she made her way towards the catering tent. Diego ....was not exactly stable to some people. Hell, she was a fucking psycho. Her anger was way out of control. Her temper tantrums were horrible and when someone pissed her off it was one of those things that lived on forever. Running her hands through her dark brown hair and chewing on her bottom lip she picked up a water and unscrewed the cap, taking a long sip, the cool water hit her chest straight on as she finished the bottle quickly, throwing it in the recycling bin. Her eyes felt heavy as she remembered that they had to wake up early for a recording session. Who the hell woke up that early to record? Well, she broke almost everything in there. Not her chair not her problem. She toyed with the brass knuckles necklace around her neck as she sighed loudly, her heels clicked against the ground. Food, was something on her mind as she ordered a bagel with light cream cheese.

After receiving her order and grabbing another bottle of water (which was the only other thing she drank next to alcohol and monster) she looked around and spotted no one to kill. Which was probably a good thing considering she was a crazy bitch. Being the center of Diego's attention when she was pissed off was not the wisest move ever. When she had a line of fire...well, she fired. She threw pretty much anything at anyone who got in her way. Which, made some laugh but her siblings knew it had to be controlled before she went somewhat insane. She could go insane. She was insane. She was pretty sure she was insane. Being locked up did some things to her and that would never change. Although, the only person outside of her family that she cared about was her band and the crew...and Kalyn. That was about it. Everyone else she just hated because they hated her and she had no problem with that actually, she got over it. But now, she just wanted to relax...and hopefully, noone would bother her at all.
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There was no escape. Really, he should have expected this but were these girls serious? For the past half hour, Noah had been stalked by three girls. Normally this wouldn’t have bothered him, but the catch was that they were under aged. Not by a year or two, no, the damned things had to be only thirteen or fourteen. One of them had a full set of braces! All three of them wore his bands merch shirts, along with extremely tight jeans that showed off just how much of a figure they really lacked. It was disappointing really. He would have been pleased if they were his age, or at least close enough that he could get away with it. Instead he was growing more and more annoyed as the group continued to follow him all around the venue. They had started when he had left the parking lot, and had yet to actually attempt to talk to him. What the fuck was the point in that?

Deciding what he really wanted at the moment was a beer; Noah turned and began walking towards the tent that wasn’t too far off. At first he had tried to escape the giggling girls, by dashing off through giant crowds, but that never worked. They were class A stalkers. A sigh escaped the lanky man as he reached the tent, leaning on the small counter and looking over at the woman standing on the other side of it. Maybe if he hit on this chick long enough, they would go away? ”Hello my dear.” He greeted, lips quirking into a sideways smile. The young girl blinked, looked over and smiled brightly. ”Hi! How can I help you?” He tilted his head to the side and asked, ”Oh, can I have one of those?” Lifting his hand he pointed towards what he wanted, and then watched as she nodded and grabbed a cup. ”You’re in one of the bands, right?” Noah nodded, ”Sure am.” She smiled, picking up a sharpie from the counter and scribbling something on the plastic cup before handing it to him. ”Guys in band are hot.” She muttered, winking a bright blue eye and then she waved. With a free drink, a hot chick’s number, and a smug grin Noah turned to go on his way.

Those damned kids were still there. The smug grin fell from his lips, curling into a frown as his eyebrows pushed together. That was it. ”What the fuck do you guys want?”

[/b] The words were spat out like they were dangerous venom. Noah lacked the patience for this kind of shit. Well that was a lie, he really lacked the patience for anything when it came to people. Fans were the worst type of people; he had decided that long ago. The ones that slept with him were okay, but the figureless annoying ass preteens just needed to go jump off a god damned bridge and splatter themselves across the cement. The three girls were clearly shocked; their jaws hung wide open and eyes surrounded in poorly applied eyeliner wide as saucers.

Without waiting for an answer, the dark haired man turned on his heels and stalked off in the opposite direction. Lifting the plastic cup, he took a long drink from it and swallowed. Then he followed it up with a sigh of relief, feeling as though a large weight had been dropped off his shoulders with the kids no longer following him. This tour was supposed to be fun, even with the annoyance of fans and that stupid legend that was lingering around. There was still the sex, partying and the music. Running his fingers through his messy black hair, Noah glanced around and wondered what to do next. He had his beer, and they weren’t going to play till later in the evening so he had a few hours to kill. Socializing just wasn’t his thing either. Perhaps he would go back to the bus.

As he turned around to go back in the direction of the bus, his hazel eyes suddenly narrowed into a glare. The three girls were back and standing just a few feet behind him. Noah looked at his hand, wondering if it was worth it to chuck his beer at them. He wasn’t entirely sure if that would get them to leave him alone though. No, they would probably just squeal and post on twitter about it. Plus it would be a terrible waste of alcohol..which..he seemed to be craving more and more. ”Fuck off, you titless skanks.”[/b] Yet again they looked surprised. One looked as if she was going to cry. Serves them right he thought, as he grumbled and turned to continue on his way. Unfortunately as he turned, his tall lanky body bumped into a much shorter person. A girl, to be exact, and she looked vaguely familiar. He didn’t bump into her that hard, but certainly enough to shake his plastic cup of alcohol and send a bit of it splashing over the edge and onto his hand. ”Fuck, you need to carry a fucking sign so people know where you are or something.”[/b]


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[diego starr phoenix]

Frustrated with everyone beyond belief. Diego was still shaking with anger. The fact that there was people around could of been one of those reasons also. She was trying to let off steam but there was nothing there to fucking beat the shit out of. A aggravated sigh left her lips as she took another sip of water. Why was she just standing there? Obviously, she was waiting for one of her band mates or siblings to come through and sit with her. She was wrapped out into her own thoughts though, not really paying attention to her surroundings (but when did she honestly?) She was pretty content with standing there left in her own thoughts as she held a cream cheesed bagel. Maybe she was waiting for someone so she could claw their eyes out. Eh, whatever. She was in no mood to move and no one dared told her to either. Most knew that fucking with Diego was a bad idea. Hell, she even knew that fucking with herself was a bad idea. She was clearly irrational and knew she looked like she lost a few marbles during her stay at the asylum. Heck, the medication (that she never takes) that she was put on basically explained that she was crazy.

She was convinced she was crazy. She heard voices, tended to act out. Fuck, she's done crazy shit on stage. Maybe it was the violence. The way she kicked down anything in her path. Why was she thinking about this? Oh yeah, she didn't want to sit down. Chairs bothered her. Immensely, no joke. She couldn't stand chairs. She sat down on the ground most of the time and that didn't bother anyone, or at least they didn't mention how it did. Most of the times she threw them around and broke them in half...She was always throwing them at windows. She liked the sound of glass breaking. Weird, right? Most people covered their ears. She savored the moment when it shattered. Oh, well. She didn't see anything that could really be shattered as much as it would of delighted her to break a glass bottle or something. Unfortunately, the goddamn venues made people carry their drinks in plastic cups. How fucking annoying was that? She liked breaking those bottles not keeping them in fucking plastic bins to be shipped off to some god knows where factory to be broken by machines or something.

Diego just stood there though, mulling over the possibility of stealing all those bottles for her to smash when she felt a sold object run into her. Now, that was just a horrible idea on the person who ran into her. Really? Do you want to do that to someone who is prone to chucking a knife at your eye? (plastic or metal never mattered as long as it cut through) She glared up at the tall figure when they said something referring to her size. Oh lovely, they were ragging on her about that? She curled her tiny fists into balls of anger and smirked. " I'll do that if you tell me how the weather is up there? Or could you ask that helicopter up there if the Raiders won?" Her tone was pretty much laced in the most fuck you tone she could muster without screaming at the person. He looked familiar and had alcohol in his hand. Being the crazy bitch she was she simply took it out of his grasp and took a sip of it. "Mm, good choice really. Too early to be drinking though don't you think?" This is where people start to hate Diego. She really didn't know when to quit with anyone. She loved reducing people to tears if she had too honestly. She was pretty fucking heartless and loved it. Especially, when it came to annoying people who ran into her and commented on her size. Angry midgets were not thrilling at all.
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Noah’s hazel eyes narrowed, equally returning the glare the short midget had tossed up at him. What was her problem? This was her fault. She was the one that had been standing in the middle of the fucking..wait..was there really a walk way? Well, either way, standing in the middle of where people walked (which was everywhere except for benches at venues) was asking to get run into. So this was her fault. Her fists curled, and for a moment he wondered if she was thinking about hitting him. Hah! Now that would make his day. Getting stalked by teenagers, punched by a midget..was there any way this day could get better instead of worse? Noah doubted that it could. He wondered if he was walking around with a 'bug the shit out of me' sign on his back. Fuck he hated people.

His lips curled into a smirk as she spoke. Damn she had a bad attitude. Like he was one to talk though! It wasn’t the first, or last time, he was going to be made fun of for being tall though. Being tall was something he enjoyed, it gave him an advantage at shows and quite frankly he just liked it. Aside from the occasional smacking his head on something, but when he was younger he had learned to duck his head when getting into cars and the such. ”The weather is lovely. There’s a nice breeze, but you wouldn’t be able to feel it, would you?” He teased. ”Maybe that’s why you’re being such a bitch. Too hot down there for you?” This was definitely going to be an interesting conversation. Wait..had she just taken his beer?

Noah’s jaw dropped for a split second, completely caught off guard by the midget. Oh she had some nerve. She had just caused his drink to spill on him and now she was took it and was drinking it? The muscles in his jaw tightened as he closed his mouth, lips curling into an amused grin after getting over the initial surprise. Oh she had some nerve. Reaching over with his hand, which was still dripping with alcohol, he wiped it off on her shirt without giving a damn what she would do afterwards. In his world, that was fair. She made him spill, drank his alcohol, and so he could use her as a human napkin and she’d get to smell like alcohol till she changed. ”You’d know, wouldn’t you, you little Irish leprechaun.” He replied at last, snagging back his drink from her. Looking down at the contents in the plastic cup, Noah frowned at what was left and then looked back down at the girl. ”Want to share what diseases you have, so I know whether or not to drink the rest of this?” Noah was far from the type that worried about germs, but it was just another easy thing to poke this temperamental girl over. Chances were that he would finish drinking what was left, unless he found some better use for it.

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[diego starr phoenix]

Midget, the nickname she was given most of the time because her four foot ten height. She was pretty damn scary for being so short though, it wasn't her fault she was blessed with being short. Although, it was pretty fun sometimes. She had fun dodging in and out of people. Of course there was time like this when someone made fun of her small size. Now that just pissed her off a wee bit. This guy towered over her however. It was quite funny, because she was sure she could take him out pretty quickly. Of course, that was running through Diego's mind. She fought like a guy except sometimes much more dangerous and with nails...Which could be a problem for some when she goes for the eyes. Hell, she likes scratching sometimes it was fun. She wondered how she ever got this screwed up. She couldn't remember any time when she was sane and actually willing to calm down and stuff. She was always high strung and amped up for any fight that came her way. Of course when she was younger most of the fights were defending Afina against her parents. Maybe that's why she was labeled crazy..Hmm, she never thought about that.

But back to the present as she stared up at this giant with a mass of black hair. She snorted loudly, quite unlady like but when did she care what was lady like or not? "I don't not big boy, Doesn't heat rise to the top?" She rolled her eyes at his lame reply. She had heard better honestly, these were slight pokes to her ever growing ego she had going for her. But really? Did he except those to set her off? Only some little comments had Diego throwing punches (or chairs) None of those little words affected her although, it did fuel her anger a bit that was something she had to admit if she was ever asked. But it was all the better. Phineas would kill her for getting into another fight with someone guy or not. She had pissed him off so much during the tour and it wasn't her fault. It was the human race. She gave up on most of them except for those who listened to their music. She had a certain respect for fans that she didn't have for anyone else.

She enjoyed the look surprise on the male giant's face as she took his beer out of his hand and started taking sips. Of course it surprised her when he wiped his hand off on her shirt and made the leprechaun comment. Really? She asked herself as she smirked and stood up on her tippy toes taking back the cup he had stole from her grip and pouring it over his head. Diego wasn't the type to hold back ever and right now, she was behaving herself. Scary thought it was to others such as her brother and band. They usually scolded her for her shitty behavior. But she was controlling herself right now. "Names Diego, and no I don't. I don't really sleep with people or...get around that often." A hint of annoyance was hinted in her voice but she was enjoying herself right now. More than she should of been. She was ready for the guy to blow up on her or something so she could start a fight. Of course, that would be something she would be ready for just to take someone out. Ahh, how fun that would be. Diego crossed her arms over her chest and smirked at him.
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He should have known better. Oh yes, he really should have. There was something about midgets, the entire lot of them. If you poked fun at their height, they would all lash out at you. Some faster than others, but eventually they would all crack. Noah found it amusing that they all seemed to have some sort of height complex going on. Tall people didn’t have this issue. They had to deal with being called giant or whatever, but that never bothered him. Short people straight up flipped out. After years of teasing them, he should have learned not to do so. But it was too much fun. This short little midget was just the same, but with a shorter fuse and apparently a pair of balls.

In short, Noah hadn’t expected his drink to be taken from him a second time. When she moved closer, he should have realized that it was a bad sign. He should have moved, but she too fast for him (something short people had to their advantage). In a second flat, and a blink of his eyes, the drink had been overturned on his head. It took a moment for it to really sink in; literally. The cold drink poured down his head and his long messy hair, drizzling down onto his shoulders and a trail even ran down his face. Noah closed one eye as the alcohol ran down his forehead and over his eye. Lifting his hand he wiped it off and then opened his eyes just enough to send a narrowed look at the girl. Well she certainly was full of surprises. Many a times he had alcohol poured on him, but normally it was at a club or somewhere less public. Not in the middle of a food court at a venue.

Noah opened his lips and spat out the sentence with venom, ”Did the mental hospital test too many drugs on you today?” That was it, really. She had to be mental. You didn’t toss drinks on people for no reason. Well, alright, perhaps what he had said insulted her. But if she was getting upset over those little insults then she had another thing coming. Noah’s nose wrinkled, all he could smell now was alcohol. Not that it was a bad smell. He just wished that it was still in the cup where he could enjoy it, not mixed in with all the hairspray in his hair. Without thinking twice about it, Noah lifted his hand and sent it flying at the short girls head in an attempt to smack her. Not too hard, but hard enough to really get her attention. Hitting girls wasn't something he was afraid to do, especially if they deserved it. She definitely deserved it.

A short laugh escaped the dark haired man as she introduced herself. Reaching up he pushed his hair out of his face, which was still dripping alcohol. "What, did your parents love Dora the Explorer? Isn't that a guys name?" Turning his head, he glanced around the food court as if in search of something. "I don't see any animals..I think you're presence is no longer needed." Diego's presence was amusing him to no end though, minus the fact that she had wasted the alcohol on him. She was fun to tease and make fun of. Long ago he had learned he had a slightly odd, twisted sense of humor. Looking back over at her, he flashed her a grin. "I can imagine why. Most guys wouldn't want to sleep with a chick that dumps alcohol on them.." Pausing, he stepped forward. Closer to the enemy. A dangerous and unwise move, but when was he ever rational or safe about what he did? "I wouldn't mind though." Noah finished, speaking in a low tone and wearing a sly smirk across his lips. "Noah."

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[diego starr phoenix]

She didn't know why it offended her so much. The midget jokes. Maybe because she was no where as weak as a midget. Oh, no. She was not. She was pretty strong for her size, maybe even stronger than she should be but she didn't care about that right now. She just cared about this amusement she was getting out of it. Of course, the real fun would start when the physical fighting started. Verbal abuse was just playing around for her. She thought nothing of it really. She was waiting for the moment that would set her off and have her flying off the fucking handle and throwing one of those benches at him.

Her lips formed the perfect smirk as she watched the alcohol drip down his head. This was so entertaining that she wasn't even sure how she was holding in the laughter that was about to leave her mouth. It was just too damn hard. But of course, being cool and confident was something she was really good at when her head was in the right place. Ahh, the look she got from him was something she enjoyed the most. She ran a hand through her hair though, nonchalantly of course and pushed the bangs from the eyes as she looked up at him with that same little smirk. Honestly, she was hoping to push him off the edge a bit so he'd stat shouting at her. People wouldn't be surprised though. She had initiated many fights before and this wouldn't be different. She knew how to handle herself in those sorts of situations and no doubt Phineas would come to her side if things got to out of hand. He was probably lurking around some where or most likely watching it from afar. He always worried about her and when he wasn't worrying about her he was cleaning up something she destroyed. She needed someone to follow her with a imaginary vacuum to clean up her messes that she made from time to time. No doubt he was dealing with the recording studio incident. He knew he needed to watch over her. Afina had her boyfriend, Diego had Phineas. That was how it was and how it always gonna be and nothing was going to change unless someone was crazy enough to get into a relationship with her.

Then she would be confused by that. Actually, she would be baffled. She knew herself well, and knew that someone had to be insane to actually love her. She shook the thoughts away though and looked back up at the male in front of her waiting for some kind of reaction. His comment made her laugh at loud. "When I was in the mental hospital they gave me more drugs. I wasn't on them. I was given more of them She said with a smirk. Although, she wasn't too thrilled when she saw his hand heading towards for her. She didn't even really move out of the way but she felt it and it didn't stop her from clenching a fist and swinging it into his jaw.

Her dark eyes narrowed towards him. What fucking nerve. She knew some people who did but really? How the fuck did he think he was going to get away with this? Especially with her who would fight back like a bull. She was not a fun person to play with when it came to psychical fighting and she played dirty. She was use to the pokes at her name though. Afina and Diego were odd names and honestly, she didn't care about that she was fuming though. But as he kept speaking and took a step closer to her that set off her alarms and she through another punch into his stomach, throwing all her wait behind it as she glared down at him. "Nice to meet you Noah" She growled viciously.
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The fact that she took so much joy in his reaction to getting the alcohol dumped on him irked him. Noah should have expected it though. And really, if he had been the one to dump it on her, he would be smirking like that as well. But the fact was that he was the one with the alcohol dripping and seeping into his hair and he was not entirely pleased about it. The other part of him was amused, even though it had yet to show. Oh how desperately he wanted to wipe that little smirk off of her lips. She was antagonizing him, and it was working. A short fuse that was what he had, and oh how she had lit it and the sparks were scattered across the ground as it burned.

An eyebrow rose as she replied. ”That explains a lot.” He muttered, shaking his head and causing his bangs to shift. They slid and fell over one of his eyes, covering it completely. So she had been to a mental hospital? That really did explain things, unless she was simply saying it to toss his insult back in his face. There seemed to be something off about her. She was more violent than any girl he had recently come into contact with. Sure, Asher and some others he knew would stand up to him but he knew them. This was some random ass chick starting a fight with him and dumping his alcohol on him for no god damned reason. Noah was convinced he was innocent, as he usually was despite knowing he’s got his own issues and isn’t completely innocent. His conclusion that this chick was a psychotic bitch was only cemented in when he felt her fist colliding with his jaw.

It wasn’t the first time he had been punched by a girl, but she certainly had a harder punch than most females that had hit him. Asher had a good swing for a girl, but as far as he was concerned she just might have a dick hidden in her pants. Drunken girls never hit that hard. This chick was going to kick his ass if she kept catching him off guard like she already had done twice now. The punch was hard enough that it caused his head to jerk to the side, pain shooting through his jaw a split second after the force hit. Immediately he lifted his hand and touched the spot gingerly, wincing as it caused another surge of pain. ”Damn you hit hard for a chick.” Noah had been hit harder though. Much harder than her punch. It would take more than that to stop him from harassing her.

The second time she curled her fist, Noah was expecting it. He knew that moving close to her was a dangerous thing to do, and she had already punched him once. It wouldn’t happen again. Stepping back, his thin body twisted to the side and out of the way of the fist flying at his stomach. Lifting his hand, he reached up to catch her fist instead and, if he got a hold of her, he was going to use her momentum and yank her straight to the ground. His foot kicked out towards her ankles to trip her if he managed to yank her towards him. ”The pleasure is all mine.” His voice was quiet, but smooth and yet filled with arrogance. He had hit a sore spot on her it seemed. And now that he had found it, oh how he would use it to his advantage. "What, the pretty little leprechaun doesn't want to go out on a date with me?"

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She took too much joy in pissing people off. It was sad but hey, they would have to deal with it. All her friends were use to her being a total bitch even though she wasn't as bad as she was to them then to total strangers. She guessed that was a test for them. If people could be friends with her without her complete bitchness and hostility getting in the way then that deemed them as a good friend. She was just wasn't in the mood today though. With the whole Harper thing eating at her and her little tantrum in the recording studio. She didn't care for friends only enemies as of now. She wanted someone to fight with, to take out her frustrations on. It was easy for her to pick a target as always. This guy seemed to have a short temper. Those types of people were always fun to fuck with. It just makes a game all more the fun to play. She wondered if she was a sick person for this? Maybe she was just a very odd one. She had a thing with fucking with people and she had a thing for making others angry at her that they actually do something. Maybe she enjoyed the thrill of the fight. That could be a good reason why she was doing this and not giving a shit if this guy hit her or not. She wouldn't really care, she would just hit back as she's done before. It's no different from hitting a girl to her. Her brother thought that was always a problem. She knew she was a problem for people period. It was something she lived with and couldn't care less about. But right now, she was getting tired of just standing here.


She smirked at him. "Yeah, doesn't" She looked at her nails for a moment, then snapped her attention back at Noah. She didn't want to miss anything that was going to happen. "They said that I had violence issues." She shrugged her shoulders and sighed. "I have no clue what they might by violence issues. I think I'm perfectly normal" She said it in a sugar coated voice that could only sound threatening coming out of her mouth. Diego knew that was a blatant lie, there was plenty wrong with her she admitted to if he asked her to make a list, she'd be glad to give it to him. She always found her flaws fascinating. She was a fucking bat shit crazy girl and embraced it in it's entirely. She smirked at him again.

She was pretty happy with how that punch went. It was perfect aim for her and the perfect amount of strength put behind it. Her father, if he wasn't such a dickface asshole would of been proud of his fighter of a daughter, although, he taught her all she knew. She was just a good hitter, she's taken down guys twice her size just because she was small and strong. It was pretty nice when you came out looking like a bad ass. She smiled at him, delighted by the comment. "Thanks, it takes a lot of practice to get that kind of strength behind it. Otherwise it's just not a good punch." She wondered if her brother was going to run in and ruin the whole thing. She was tired of him ruining her fun of course, but she did feel bad. He had to deal with everything she did.

It really happened fast, when she went for the second punch and moved out of the way and he grabbed her fist, she recoiled quickly as he pulled her towards him and knocked her body into him, hopefully taking the both of them to the ground.. "Mm, sorry sweetie. I'm not exactly interesting into the tall and girlish looking men" She growled as she shook her bangs out of her eyes.
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