[After the first hollering youth, Perona's not at all surprised more people heard her. Though it is a little troublesome, considering she didn't plan for anyone to hear her. Though this...this seems promising (unlike that other loudmouth idiot). As she lays on her stomach, far too ruffled from earlier to do anything else, Perona kicks her feet back and forth over her head, leaning her cheek on one hand.]
Eeeh? Is that right? My tastes aren't like other peoples'...how can I be sure I'll be satisfied? [She needs some kind of reference material, yo.]
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Eeeh? Is that right? My tastes aren't like other peoples'...how can I be sure I'll be satisfied? [She needs some kind of reference material, yo.]