#khazadbitch

      ‘ excuse me? ’ she shifts, awkward on one side as she looks down at the osseram woman, trying to switch the bundle on her shoulders that keeps squirming. ‘ excuse me ? ’ more assertive this time, enough that she rolls on her toes sending the drooling and gurgling thing into a giggling fit that involves pulling her hair enough that her neck bends down to her shoulder.

‘ MA’AM ! ’ there’s no subtlety this time, her voice loud enough to echo ━  which set the kid crying while tangling into her hair as hard as it’s grubby little fingers can get. ‘ the guy over there said this kid is yours, so if you would please get him out of my hair I would really appreciate it. ’

a very merry Christmas to @khazadbitch

“Ain’t exactly what I said, hon.”

“But you take it as you like. ‘Good’ and ‘bad’ is up for grabs these days, anyway.”

The synth grumbles to herself, itching at her arm. 

Notes!