[and that is very good of her. it keeps an actual conflict from starting. Zhas can't actually like someone until they're a little mad at him for something; it's much more comfortable that way.
he glances back over his shoulder on his way out:]
Zhas. Huntsman to the Red Queen, slayer of those who should return to their graves.
[yeah okay that's definitely a smirk under the face paint.]
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he glances back over his shoulder on his way out:]
Zhas. Huntsman to the Red Queen, slayer of those who should return to their graves.
[yeah okay that's definitely a smirk under the face paint.]