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She could have bought her fries, but she didn’t, just like there could have been more resistance if Enya had managed to stay on top of her. That would have triggered a real struggle from her while the surviving fries were growing colder by the second. Fries that she could probably jump up and take from her right now, shove the whole handful in her mouth while looking her right in the eyes. Go buy yourself some fries, she’s stolen her own.

Rather than play out the mad dash going on in her head, Val rolled over onto her side and used the arm under her to push herself up. A mouthful of read spit out of her mouth onto the ground in front of her as soon as she felt the flood and the tasty tang of copper on her tongue. Hm, she must have bit down on something when they landed and not realized it until now. Oh well, it’d go along with the sore spot in her back and the bite mark on her shoulder.

Another push and she was sitting fully upright again, long legs crossing in front of her out of habit.

Balanced on her feet, Enya watched Val carefully, poised and ready in case she decided to try and take the opening for more thievery.

The red draws her focus. Her eyes follow the brightness before snorting out a laugh. Her own grin, though dusty, was quite blood-free. She slowly stood upright, watching Val as she walks around her to grab HER basket of fries and shove a few in her mouth.

Most people probably would have been more worried about their own well being at this point, or trying to stop the bleed. But Val just swallowed down the rest of the flood and gave her a red tinged grin back. Sure, it was going to be a little annoying to eat now once that salt and seasoning got into the wound. But the bite she got was still worth the bite she took in her opinion.

There’s a small pop of teeth against nail before her hand is pulled away and head tilted further back to get a better look below her. Even here someone managed to find her, decided to speak up and complain. As if she cared that they didn’t like what she was doing or would stop because of it. 

Rather than speak back to her, Val managed to pull herself up enough to stop any more blood from rushing to her head for a moment and point… down? Up? Down-up towards the roof of the building to her left then moved her finger along to where her boot was currently twisted up in the line. That was how she got here, and despite appearances she was just fine where she was.

More comfortable than she would be going back out into the crowd anyway.

Turning in a circle while keeping her eyes on the woman - oddly bird-like behavior - Enya graciously accepts the weird distraction from her buzzing phone.

From the distance, she can’t quite make out what the movement is all about. She squints, maybe seeing some kind of rope? Honestly, even that’s hard to distinguish. For all Enya knew, she was floating in midair. Glancing around, Enya finds a path to get somewhat closer. Traipsing over a dumpster, to the fire escape, which didn’t go high enough with the missing ladder, but - closer, which makes the balancing act more obvious.

Letting herself drop back down, she tilted her head back again to watch the woman circle around her, moved it along with her as she found a way to climb up the dumpster to the fire escape and get what must have been a better look. Was it that hard to see what she was doing from the ground? Either way, she was making a good point. As fine as she was staying like this awhile longer it was probably better if she got down soon anyway.

Head still tilted slightly, Valin stared back at her, hand falling back down to her side while she waited and watched the way she had to mimic the same motion before realization hit. Even then she didn’t speak, but simply nodded when asked another question. Yes! That was it. Nothing special, nothing bad, except for maybe being a bit more on the bitter side than she would have liked. She’d definitely eaten worse before.

“Oh.” Enya huffed. “Tha’s lame, I coulda told y'tha.”

Still feeling awkward or something anxious-like made her fidget oddly. Clacking her teeth together, scuffing one foot rhythmically against the ground. She wasn’t aware of it, but the weird energy she had finally got her to ask the burning question.

“Why don’t y'talkin? Talk, fuckin, y'know, wit words n'shit. S'fuckin weird, like, even f'y'gotta stupid soundin voice er somethin I don’t fuckin care.”

Val just shrugged again at the comment. She was hungry enough not to care too much so it'd do for what it was. A pretty meh tasting snack. She almost thought about asking if the other woman knew where some better tasting bugs were, but decided it'd be too much effort to try and get that message across.

             ❝ –  C-COME ON CHESHIRE, I – I summoned you! I mean– I _ summon you!!  ❞ she shakes the stuffed moggy, her words becoming shakier with every passing second CHESHIRE didn’t come out.  he was there, the plushie was warm to the touch, a flare of unholy embers blaze fromit’s button eye as though a prisoner stared out from within it’s stitched confines – he was stuck inside his anchor in CHAOS REALM.

"Still won't come out, hm? Guess you don't have any friends in Inferno after all." The witch mocked her as she came to a sudden stop in front of her, staring down at the trembling toy being held out in a sorry attempt at defense against her. Had she even blinked once this entire time?