[ lottie grabs a handful of too red hair and sniffs it, taking in a great whiff as if she's trying to determine whether her hair smells different or appealing somehow now that she's a slayer. isn't she supposed to be like, extra tasty to vampires? shelley said something about that, but lottie hadn't been paying attention... she probably should've, but she got math face whenever slayer details were babbled at her, eyes glazing over like mrs. gutierrez was explaining trigonometric functions. ]
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...well, it's mine and you can't have it.