RATATOSKR

[soulping]

[There’s room for seven in this weather-worn hut, with seven chairs around a table long enough for seven people.

The center of the table is adorned with wooden jugs of water and wooden snack bowls. It’s primarily fruits and nuts, although there are a couple brimming with Unidentified Raw Meat.]

Comments

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

It should be inside bodies.

[peoplediewhenikillthem]

[ Holding up her finger and wriggling it towards her. ]

It's okay to play with it when it's like this, yeah?

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

No.

No, it's not.

[Looking a bit ill.]

[peoplediewhenikillthem]

[ Wait until the lipstick memory. ]

You're no fun.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[Uuuuuugh.]

I am plenty of fun, blood is just icky as all hell.

[peoplediewhenikillthem]

We've seen enough of it anyway.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

I think that just made my decision that it's icky all the stronger.

[Or because it's trauma.]

[One or the other.]

[peoplediewhenikillthem]

[ For the first time, Badass is actually starting to wonder if there's something wrong with her. Wiping her hand off on her kimono with a heavy sigh: ]

All right, I'll stop playing with it.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[Yay?]

Thank you.

[Relieved.]