The person above you...#2
Mebahiah Frostbane looks at the charred worgen corpse.
"...Alright, one kiss because you've actually done the Forsaken a favour by killing the worgen and burning its wretched corpse."
Mebahiah Frostbane puckers her discoloured, peeling blue lips. The yellowed, rotting teeth and bluish gums are visible beneath the left cheek, as the skin is devoid of colour.
The action would look rather odd, considering Mebahiah doesn't have any skin over the right half of her face but she would plant a swift kiss upon the rotting forehead of the other undead.
As Mebahiah kisses him, the plagued lice infesting her unkempt white hair try to crawl onto the gentleman's spiked 'do. She pulls away; there's some sort of mucus-like plaque-based film left where she kissed him that smells as terrible as her breath.
With that, she offers a swift salute, crossing her mismatched arms (left arm "normal", right arm a pale blue arm taken from a Forsaken's corpse and stitched onto her shoulder) against her chest in the typical Forsaken manner.
"Yuck." He states flatly.
"WHY THE FEL IS MOST EVERYONE IN HERE DEAD OR ON FIRE...? THIS IS THE WORST CHRISTMAS PARTY I'VE EVER...wait...are those almonds on that cheeseball?"
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