*Reads the day's messages and spies one from a mischevious boy whom she has head of, but never met* Hmmmm. *Grabs a pen and a piece of paper from her bag and scribbles a note to him*
Yo Driz! Need any help raising hell? Bet I can raise more deamons than you can! Who's your mom? S'you sis like you, or is she one of those disgustingly sweet little prissy brats that skip around sucking on lollipops and wear their hair in pigtails? Maybe I'll see you on the ship sometime. See ya!
Val
*Wanders away, humming Nookie*
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