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Cassius: Lennon had asked for a phoenix with some kind of pretty background, and I can only assume the trauma that turned her into a soul eater is why she would want it. I still haven't asked about it, and I won't until she offers it up. But at this moment, not knowing is killing me. The poor girl must be pretty f****d up to sleep through this placement, though. Knox and I had to be hammered to get our ribs done, and here she is, with rosy cheeks, in a deep sleep. "Are we going to talk about why you got so pissed off when I fed her?" Once I finish the phoenix, Knox will jump in. He's already rolling grip tape around his gun to start on the patterned background. "You imprinted on her, Knox. She isn't yours." I whisper-growled. I had just started putting the yellows into the piece, and on