#im ... so sorry

Kin couldn’t help but laugh when she saw King Kuma. A bear. A fucking bear. She had seen some wild-ass designs in her lifetime. She was the type of person who would defend Garbodor. But this? This was too much. She burst out laughing, clutching at her sides as she tried to catch her breath. 

“Oh my GOD!! And I thought fuckin’ fox boy was a furry!! We got a fuckin’ pygmy yiffer! Jesus Christ! Jesus fucking Christ!! Is this seriously what we’re doing?? Listening to this fucking thing that looks like a 10-year-old on deviantART’s first fursona?? My lord...” 

And then, the bear started going on about killing each other. Kin stared with the blankest expression you could possibly imagine. 

“Wow. I was right. It is a fucking edgelord’s fursona. Except, liiike, probably not a 10-year-old’s! Some 30-year-old furry who got a liiiittle too upset over people talkin’ shit about Steven Universe, right? God, this is stupid.” she brushed her hair out of her face. “But already, I can tell that one of you dipshits is gonna take it seriously. And I’m not here for that. Hit me up when we’re not murdering each other.”