baremyfangs: (◁ never giving in again)
(Locked from Lightning.)

(Someone has been bitten by the Valentine bug. There is a great deal of rearranging and huffing when the video opens. Two tanned hands are hard at work, setting up red roses, a glittery heart-shaped package (complete with a key) and a pair of plush octopi. At the very end of the table, there is a large card and a plate of chocolate covered strawberries.)

Do you think Sunshine will approve? She's a hard woman to please...

(/)

(Locked to Lightning.)

I've got something for you. I guess I was feelin' in the spirit.

(That and she poured out a lot of her feelings in the card. It's...embarrassing. She'll probably slip off when Lightning reads it.)

Cut for OOC Note! )

(/)
baremyfangs: (◁ bring on the song)
(If you wanna encounter a lovely lady from Gran Pulse with a Zigzagoon on one shoulder and a Purrloin at her heels, look no further! Fang is friendly and greeting any new faces with far too much exuberance.

What? She wants you to feel welcome!

And, hey, if the exuberance doesn't win the day, she'll take you for a drink. If you're old enough. How does that sound?)
baremyfangs: (◁ every single night)
Yes! (Fang leaps, victoriously, into view of her Poké-Gear and scoops up a confused looking Zigzagoon. Her Purrloin is hanging back, tail twitching with mild curiosity.

That curiosity doesn't last long. Soon, she is licking her paw and rubbing over her left ear, one eye closed. What? She knows she's cute.)


Dia, check 'im out! What should we call him? (The Zigzagoon is on his back in Fang's arms, eyes bright.) He kinda reminds me of someone...

Hey, Vanille! Help me find a name! You too, Light! Weigh in! This is important.
baremyfangs: (◁ just hoping no one knows)
(Technology is grand, but Fang has no patience for it. It's only thanks to her new furry friend that she hasn't smashed the communicator to pieces.)

Alright, is it on? Can anyone hear me? (The thick accent of a female Gran Pulsian is probably pretty startling to hear anyway. However there is an almost husky edge to this voice, perpetually sounding as if she has just woken out of a long slumber.

Which isn't far from the truth.)
M'not sure how much I should say. The world doesn't seem t'be endin.

(The juries out on whether or not that's good.)

This cat thing can't talk. (Yes, she sounds disappointed by that.) So she directed me to this.

(There's a low expletive and a sigh.)

Guess there's no use in hidin' it. I'm Fang and if anyone could point me in the Savior's direction, I'd appreciate it.

(No! That doesn't sound insane at all!

Another button is pressed on accident - technology can take a hike, seriously - and bright green eyes can be seen, narrowed in frustration.)


Where's the off switch? (Have no fear, a Purrloin comes to the rescue, tapping the screen with a delicate paw. Does its grin seem wicked to anyone else?)