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TATIANA DOGSWORTH [abbr=17 years old, cis female, badlands member, savage, salty, harsh, mean, open, fearless, she's a person, bisexual and biromantic]✨[/abbr]
I can do it like a brother
Do it like a dude
Grab my crotch,
wear my hat low like you
I can do it like a brother
Do it like a dude
Grab my crotch,
wear my hat low like you
"Don't get to excited kiddio." Looking at the voice who spoke to her she was soon greeted with a hand that ruffled her hair. What the shit does that mean, kiddio, excuse me, let me cut you down a bit to match my height, I'm not a fucking kid. The thought process of the seventeen year old went through her head she wasn't that much younger then Dexter, well she was pretty sure she wasn't that much younger, after all the majority of these members where around the age of 20's. Hello she wasn't a kid, specially from what she's gone through, she is no fucking child. Rolling her eyes at Dexter she crossed her arms over the handle of the baseball bat, as she leaned down over it. A smirk laid on her lips as she was able to understand what was going down now. For a second the girl listened to what had to be said. A little bit of a fun little raiding party was what this seemed to be to the girl.
Standing up straight the girl kicked the head of the bat as it flipped into the air where she caught the handle. "Sound like fun, lets go." She spoke as she followed after Mettaton her green optics sharp, her steps silent, and steady, not one step was incorrect or flawed. It was just an elegant walk as she had the baseball bat resting on her shoulder. Glimpsing over her shoulder she couldn't help but look at the others and just smile before heading up too the doorway keeping her bat ready.
Though the girl did have her knives hidden under her skirt, god, who knew they'd be so helpful in combat right? Plus she also looked rather classy even when she wasn't trying to be. Little skirt never did no wrong for the girl after all. The blade that she had hidden on her thighs was several, a butterfly knife, double trench knives, some switchblades. Just several kinds of blades, all fun though.
Standing up straight the girl kicked the head of the bat as it flipped into the air where she caught the handle. "Sound like fun, lets go." She spoke as she followed after Mettaton her green optics sharp, her steps silent, and steady, not one step was incorrect or flawed. It was just an elegant walk as she had the baseball bat resting on her shoulder. Glimpsing over her shoulder she couldn't help but look at the others and just smile before heading up too the doorway keeping her bat ready.
Though the girl did have her knives hidden under her skirt, god, who knew they'd be so helpful in combat right? Plus she also looked rather classy even when she wasn't trying to be. Little skirt never did no wrong for the girl after all. The blade that she had hidden on her thighs was several, a butterfly knife, double trench knives, some switchblades. Just several kinds of blades, all fun though.