[ . . . Well, shit. She frowns, rocking a bit in her crouch. Does she want to just let it die on the vine? a part of her does, honestly. The concerns of some random human girl (more or less a stranger) aren't... hers. Of course they aren't. But at the same time... her toes curl and uncurl once before she exhales. ]
That's on you, if you want to get into it; we're just gossiping here.
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That's on you, if you want to get into it; we're just gossiping here.