||| Tamilia Jennica Hadigan |||
Tamilia snorted defiantly as the boy spoke, withdrawing the blade from her hat and holding it up, as if to show the boy. "This is a dagger, not a knife," She said, in a you-should-have-known sort of tone in her voice. She looked back to Soul and smirked, seeing he had already morphed his arm into a scythe blade. "Oh, are you my personal body guard now?" She teased, a playful little grin dancing upon her lips. When she heard the mystery boy speak, however, she faced him with surprised eyes, obviously caught off-guard by his half-compliment. Smiling shyly, she took her top hat off, dusting the top off and examining the different knives, ribbons, and needles hanging and poking from it. "You don't know half of it," Tamilia said with a grin, looking up to the boy. She was tempted to flatten it out and throw it - just to show him - but the hat was suddenly tugged from her grip, by unseen forces. "Hah hah, Toppy; give it back," She snapped, crossing her arms and looking to the floating hat. Toppy appeared in the air, floating, wearing the over-sized hat and sticking his tongue out at the three below him. "Feline needs to learn some proper manners," Tamilia growled, a slight tinge of Scottish purring out in her words. She hated when Toppy destroyed her dramatic entrances.
