solemnly hands her a snake
❝ oh how cute. ❞ SARCASMS SYRUP DRIPS PLAYFUL, halcyon hand coming to scaly girth. her fingers flourish iridescent pliancy to gaunt wrist and allows it to furl over, STRUM ITS TONGUE TO ASHEN VEIN, and with index’s grace, crafts consoling caress atop it’s polished head. ❝ mn. shit. thought it’d be slimy? if it bites me i’ll––. ... ah-hm. LOOK AT THIS. i gotta new– new bracelet. ❞













