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[h1][Center] 𝓘𝔃𝔃𝔂
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There was a second, where Izzy froze. She'd almost forgotten why she'd taken a liking to the boy in the first place. She let out a loud chuckle, wrapping her arm around the mans shoulder in a light jostling squeeze, before she pat him once more a bit roughly and released him.

[color=#F8DE7E]"Aye, aye. Keep et comin' boyo. Ye' know ah love tae hear et."[/color]

Her lips curled in an almost feline grin before her golden eyes slid toward the rest of the gathered crew, taking them in one by one with a lazy sort of interest.

They lingered a second longer on the strange, three-eyed figure. Her gaze narrowing just slightly.

When talk turned to plans, distractions and sneaking; she gave a slow nod. Rolling her shoulders as if loosening something beneath the surface.

[color=#F8DE7E]"Aye… sa' what's yer plan wit' th' distraction then? Ah'm real good at makin' folk look th' wrong way."[/color]

She sauntered toward Neo, boots crunching softly against the scorched ground. Her attention flicked to the owl perched on his shoulder, and without much ceremony she lifted a finger toward it, hovering just shy of its beak.

[color=#F8DE7E]"An' what's this then, eh? Th' real brains o' th' outfit?"[/color]