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;P France from Hetalia, and Yes!
Marisol: Get Out! *Hisses, hitting him and closing the door and locking it* She's....She misses you Sam.,,
Marisol: What is it?
Marisol: *Starts working on other stuff*
Marisol: Might wanna think twice before you speak!
Marisol: *Cackles*
Marisol: *Injects a stronger transformation potion*
Marisol: *Steps on a button, making the chair hold her tighter*
Marisol: *Her sewing needle claws extend, wrapping around sam's throat* You better watch your yapper!
Marisol: 14. :|
Marisol: Sadly enough, yes. We were both abandoned after the age of three. You left me and I found this hospital. Mom may have died, but her soul...
Marisol: Yes you do. Our mom.
Marisol: Mom is making me do this sugar.
Marisol: I didn't chose to do this...
Marisol: It wasn't my choice really...
Marisol: *picks a random color and starts to sew* Well, you're not allergic to anything, you don't die as easily, you don't get broken bones...
Marisol: Just pick a freaking color. Besides, you can do more as a doll.
Marisol: What color?
Marisol: Now now, I have to re-see your mouth...
Marisol: You see Sam darling, you're my sister... >:D