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It was a brave woman who took her infant godson for a walk in her kimono.
On the other hand, O-Ren was used to getting far worse stains out of them than any baby could provide. She'd been tempted to strap Dixon to her back for maximum mobility, but decided it could wait a year or so until Bridget was less likely to panic over the idea.
...she was thinking in terms of years now.
Currently, in brilliant red kimono, she sat under the sakura tree. Damned if she knew where it had come from, but her name was carved in it, and so it was hers-- had appeared after the snows. Dixon was in her lap, reaching for a petal on the ground. She picked it up and handed it to him, mildly amused at his expression.
[Assassin and a baby! I know lots of you haven't threaded with her before. :O]
On the other hand, O-Ren was used to getting far worse stains out of them than any baby could provide. She'd been tempted to strap Dixon to her back for maximum mobility, but decided it could wait a year or so until Bridget was less likely to panic over the idea.
...she was thinking in terms of years now.
Currently, in brilliant red kimono, she sat under the sakura tree. Damned if she knew where it had come from, but her name was carved in it, and so it was hers-- had appeared after the snows. Dixon was in her lap, reaching for a petal on the ground. She picked it up and handed it to him, mildly amused at his expression.
[Assassin and a baby! I know lots of you haven't threaded with her before. :O]