[she leans up into it a little - and he hesitates, which is fine because she does too. there's something that struggles. don't let people see you. you know what happened the last time. it's a fresh wound, metaphorically, she's still bleeding from it. and like any wild animal, she does her best to hide it.]
Eh. Maybe they are. I wouldn't know! I don't usually get to know people before I murderize them. [and she turns her head to lightly bite his arm. not enough to hurt him, just a little chomp.]
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Eh. Maybe they are. I wouldn't know! I don't usually get to know people before I murderize them. [and she turns her head to lightly bite his arm. not enough to hurt him, just a little chomp.]