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F/O: Did it hurt, S/I?
S/I: Did what hurt?
F/O: When I bit your arm really hard?
S/I: But you didn't– OH GOSH OW
Ever bit either Latula or Porridge... I mean Porrim? Like, in an affectionate way
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F/O, ranting to S/I: I don't get why I can't just bite people when they piss me off. Like what's the issue with it?
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S/I: Familial F/O is such a sweetheart.
S/I: Whenever they sense I'm feeling upset, they immediately start gnawing on my arm.
F/O: How does that help?
S/I: It doesn't.
I hope she finally is healed.
"Alright, Demencia, let me see..."
She rolled her eyes before lifted he hoodie vest just enough to reveal the wound. It was something akin to a shaker bite in in her side, if said shark was more interested in sinking its teeth in to inject a toxin like a snake rather than straight up eating her.
"... Mnnn... it looks like it's closed up..." the scientist mused, "Alright, hold still for me."
‘how’d you get that?’
Send me “How did you get that?” and I will generate a number from 1-25 for what my muse responds. Whether or not they are being truthful is up to the mun.
“A dog bit me.”
Freddie pulls her too-large sweatshirt back over her shoulder, hiding the slowly-healing bite mark from view. It doesn’t exactly look like a dog’s bite would, but she assumes a Prince of Hell is more used to hellhounds than any Earth breed, so it’s worth a try.
“The hell is it to you?”
