[color=teal][h3]Aava[/h3][/color]
[@Kinjaav][@Eviledd1984]
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Aava squealed as they hugged, relief filling her. Soon she was introduced to someone who looked like a walking skeleton wearing a fedora, but Evren was sure to clarify he was a friend. Not like Aava would've attacked the man anyway - he had no flesh for Aava to munch on.
Aava jumped when Beck began raging at Evren, ranting something in a language Aava was only just beginning to pick up. Aava pouted, staring daggers at Beck as she left, holding on to Evren protectively.
[i]Friend sad...[/i]
[color=teal]"What the hell? I hate that... I hate! Bad friend Hannelore. Those bastards,"[/color] Aava huffed and puffed, looking at Evren with solemn determination. Then she turned to the skeleton man as if to ask for support or to convince him that Beck had been wrong about Evren.
[color=teal]"Evren on hyvä ystävä! [i][Evren is a good friend!][/i] Hannelore... Woman... Was wrong, so bad,"[/color] Aava tried, the words heavy with a Finnish accent.