[h1][b][i][color=F0E68C][center]Kamasi Adwoa[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=F0E68C][b]Location[/b][/color]: Formal Sitting Room → Ground Floor
[color=F0E68C][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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Mmm, mm, mm! It was getting good. Kamasi lifted an eyebrow as after tensions cooled between the blonde haired girl and the… red haired? Chestnut? Hard to say, but after they had their argument then a man with a musical southern drawl and a man with silver hair began fighting. In all his years here, he hadn’t seen this much drama in one room and in one day. Kamasi had a feeling this would be a good couple of months.

[color=khaki]”Sleeping with the Stark girl?”[/color] he admonished. So deliciously scandalous. He finished the orange juice but swirled the ice cubes around as he slithered about the crowd and got closer. And then Shelly started punching herself? By Bast!

Kamasi scanned the room, looking to meet eyes with anyone who found all of this as juicy as he did.