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”Hello?” she repeated, her tiny eyebrows shooting up towards her hairline. ”What? That’s… oh! Oh you’re one of those,” she said, nodding wisely. Since she was the size of a five-year-old, wisdom was perhaps a strange look for her. ”One of those… crazy people. My sisters told me all about your type,” she said, accompanying the strangely accusatory statement with a pointed finger.
She opened her mouth quite wide then – were Dvalinn a little closer he could most assuredly see her uvula, were he interested in such things – and spoke in a loud, over-enunciated voice most commonly associated with condescension: ”DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU ARE RIGHT NOW?”
OOC: No worries, been a bit busy meself!
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