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Posted by Xavia on Sept 27, 2015 22:44:07 GMT -6
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Sept 21, 2017 11:25:52 GMT -6
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She waited for Sam at the designated time, in the designated place. Okay, so maybe she was slightly early, but it never hurt to be early for something, right? Xavia, who had no qualms wearing skimpy clothes because of the nature of her former employment, was relaxed in a pair of yoga pants and a sports bra. Yup, she went there with the yoga pants. Don't hate.
Her body was lithe, she did work out after all. Her belly, which bore the slight pale squiggles of stretchmarks from pregnancy, was otherwise toned. Not really a six pack, but there wasn't any extra flab either. She wore the outfit well. Enough said.
Her hair was braided and coiled around her head to keep it off the back of her neck, and she wore no make up (not that she needed it. Flower, hello!) Her arms were crossed over her bosom as she tapped the toe of one of her Filas against the floor.
The plant mutant was feeling slightly nervous because she was more used to fighting clothes onto a squirming toddler than laying hands in a violent manner on another human being, even if this would not be considered a real fight... right?
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Speech Color= Rose Red
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