~I.v.o.r.y~
Type ~ Medium
Crush ~ None
Feeling ~ Flustered
- Ivory somewhat did a mix of scowling, spazzing, and flailing as Skye picked her up and did a flip in the air. Once they landed, she pushed Skye away with a frown. "That was not loosening up! That was trying to kill me, Skye. You're fourteen. You could have like, dropped me or something." She said, feeling frustraited again. As of now, Ivory wasn't in the very best of moods, as most could see.
{ Griffin was following Ivory when you last posted him. So he was probably watching Skye shoot everyone, Ivory yelling, and Constance fighting with Ethan. }







