Birds Of A Feather

[Birdee]

Why, was a good question as any, in her mind. She had nothing different to say, than what Birdee had already said. Except..."Why not?" She shrugged her shoulders, her blonde hair taking a life of its own and splaying over her shoulders as she did this simple move. Her hair was much like Birdee's personality. A life force of its own and mostly untameable. She laughed and nodded her head when he mentioned her not being eager to touch people. He wasn't wrong, but if she wanted to paladinize him, then Birdee was going to have to suck it up and deal with whatever the almighty God, Gods/Goddesses, or powers that be, made her deal with to see this succeed. "Most people. I make an exception for some. Vampires kinda lived their life so whatever force drives you and me doesn't really apply to them. Not that I've seen anyways." Birdee commented, before scooting forward on the couch she sat on.

She knew the answer, but chances are, he wouldn't like being told what Birdee had to say about how it felt to get paladinized. Not that she had succeeded, but she knew it had hurt a hell of a lot. The noises the others had made, along with the faces and the smell of flesh burning...Birdee coughed just thinking of the smell. "Maybe a little more than a tattoo. You survived that." She pointed out, before rubbing her hands together. "You still game? If so, I got a couch for ya." Birdee scooted off the couch, then stood, before patting one of the cushions for Marcus to take, or reject.