[ Blake laughs, caught off guard. And then admits wryly: ]
I have no idea, actually. But it sounds cool, right?
[ Like this, Blake actually finds a measure of peace in this strange world. The torn and twisted landscape takes on a strange beauty under the moonlight, like something out of a surrealist painting. There are no monsters attacking right now, the Convoy's shield humming gently at the perimeter, and Welcome to the Black Parade is just beginning to kick off, instruments rising in the background, one by one.
She tucks her wings around her, and sneaks a peak at Shadow. ]
I like your wings. [ She says it with a shy little smile. ] They must be pretty new, right? Mine are too.
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I have no idea, actually. But it sounds cool, right?
[ Like this, Blake actually finds a measure of peace in this strange world. The torn and twisted landscape takes on a strange beauty under the moonlight, like something out of a surrealist painting. There are no monsters attacking right now, the Convoy's shield humming gently at the perimeter, and Welcome to the Black Parade is just beginning to kick off, instruments rising in the background, one by one.
She tucks her wings around her, and sneaks a peak at Shadow. ]
I like your wings. [ She says it with a shy little smile. ] They must be pretty new, right? Mine are too.