[Camille slinks in Ezreal's direction, stretching herself upward until she's eye to eye with him. She's staring daggers. You wanna go, Muk breath?]
Camille, stop it right this instant!
[The Dratini stands there, defiant. She could take this twiggy piece of--]
Camille!
[...And she tossed back her head--as if she had a full head of luscious hair, instead of being, well, bald and blue--then slinked off. He wasn't even worth her time. She did give him a rather cold look as she turned, though.]
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Camille, stop it right this instant!
[The Dratini stands there, defiant. She could take this twiggy piece of--]
Camille!
[...And she tossed back her head--as if she had a full head of luscious hair, instead of being, well, bald and blue--then slinked off. He wasn't even worth her time. She did give him a rather cold look as she turned, though.]
I apologize, she can be a bit...