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[turntowardhades]

*for an eight-year-old girl, she's got a definitively confident and businesslike walk-- this is a child with very controlled imagination, and an analytical brain hard at work inside her head. She's got a brownish-orange cat at her feet, as contently walking along as obediently as any small lapdog

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[hades_nerd]

*waves* Hi, 'Dice.

[turntowardhades]

Hi. Dad said you got creamed in a fight, or something...?

[hades_nerd]

I did not! Rhad pinned me, but he's like six times my size!

[turntowardhades]

Well, duh. But that doesn't count. He can do that anytime. In some other one?

[damndtotartarus]

I would like to think I'm productive enough without your assistance, Eurydice.

[turntowardhades]

Not assistance. I'm supposed to bug you into dropping corpses on our doorstep or something. I don't know, ask Dad.

[damndtotartarus]

Oh. Very well. Does he prefer them preserved at all?

[turntowardhades]

I really don't know. They should definitely have some sort of signature marks on them to show that they're yours, though.

[sexandascalpel]

*almost absent nod, though it's vaguely maybe sort of on the faint side of what sort of passes for fond with this one* Eurydice.

[turntowardhades]

Hi Bertie.

Typist: ...their PBs look actually related. Wow. XD

[toacoldmirror]

*well, he managed to mostly keep that "aw hell" look off of his face at least* 'lo, Eurydice.

[turntowardhades]

*big, bright smile, overly saccharine* Hi, Decca. *well, it's not as if she actually gets to punish cousins who don't want to do devious things. She probably will do something anyway, though*

[angeloffire_]

*looks at her somewhat dubiously* Hi. Do you stick things into people?

[turntowardhades]

I could.

[angeloffire_]

Okay, but do you?

[turntowardhades]

Not usually.