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Post by Citrine Bailey on Jun 23, 2008 7:45:29 GMT
Citrine glanced at the rain as she heard Alucard's voice. Food always seemed slightly sickening to Citrine. She was never sure of the state of hunger; she could be starving and wouldn't know it. If the food was unappealing, she wouldn't be hungry. It was a common thing. It wasn't that she was picky, but rather that she just had trouble noticing the appeal. Though, going somewhere, somewhere with food, somewhere with life, some shops or what have you, did seem appealing.
"Shall we migrate?" Citrine smiled at her three friends. "Frankly, I don't care where we go. I doubt I'll be eating but some light travel sounds lovely right now. In a rainstorm, the better folk of the world show their faces."
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