[Faith raises her hands in surrender with a grimace. That's Willow's girlfriend, who recognizes her, and is brandishing a knife at her to... cut her own hand?
Magic is fuckin' weird.]
Reformed. Or reforming, whichever.
[She shifts somewhat awkwardly.]
...Nice to finally meet you? Properly, I mean. [She'd offer her hand for a handshake but she's a little unsure how big of a grudge she's dealing with here.]
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Magic is fuckin' weird.]
Reformed. Or reforming, whichever.
[She shifts somewhat awkwardly.]
...Nice to finally meet you? Properly, I mean. [She'd offer her hand for a handshake but she's a little unsure how big of a grudge she's dealing with here.]