[Gun in tow, the skinny little afro self-dubbed Perky Goth strides on into the training facility to find that freaky grey-skinned weirdo that liked the idea of her shooting things at him. Hey, whatever gets his rocks off, right? She doesn't really care. She gets to shoot at someone!
She sees him accidentally breaking training equipment. Steel equipment. With his bare hands. Wow...that's. A slight shiver runs through his veins because well...he's not really that big? Like, even Hawke is bigger than him and she's pretty sure even HE couldn't break something like that.
But undeterred, she gulps and puts on a grin, confident, since she isn't going to be directly smashing fists with him anyway. No way. Not even with regular not-freaky muscle guys would she win in a physical fight.]
Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, hey loser! Over heeeeere! Stop smashing things like a huge dumb monkey and let's do this! Teeheehee!
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She sees him accidentally breaking training equipment. Steel equipment. With his bare hands. Wow...that's. A slight shiver runs through his veins because well...he's not really that big? Like, even Hawke is bigger than him and she's pretty sure even HE couldn't break something like that.
But undeterred, she gulps and puts on a grin, confident, since she isn't going to be directly smashing fists with him anyway. No way. Not even with regular not-freaky muscle guys would she win in a physical fight.]
Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, hey loser! Over heeeeere! Stop smashing things like a huge dumb monkey and let's do this! Teeheehee!