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[h1][center][color=crimson]Lorelai De Windt[/color][/center][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]

Lorelai was blessedly oblivious to most social graces that contradicted being friendly and forward with people, but she was getting a sneaking suspicion that Otis was just plain oblivious. She might have even had a complaint if he hadn't managed to reform a semblance of her impressive braid without snagging her hair, a feat even her father couldn't have taken, all calloused hands and tugging strokes as he was. Deciding to let it go, especially as the young lady had seemed to answer him with aplomb, the blonde rose fully with a shrug.

[color=crimson]"Oooh, I'd love to have a guide for a trail tour. Fresh air and packed dirt beneath my feet, just the way I like to spend my day."[/color] She crowed, dreamily clasping her hands beneath her chin and swooned with exaggerated glee. [color=crimson]"And if we have time after we can go souvenir hunting. Imagine all the cool shops they must have here, oh, and the street food too. You can't even find a takoyaki cart back around Silvergate."[/color]