[ Red can be a bit dense, it's true. Also stubborn. When she has something in her head, it's hard to get it out - for better or for worse. She frowns at her, eyes narrowing a little as she seems to bristle a bit at being talked down to. Or what feels like being talked down to, anyway. ]
Quick enough.
[ She leans back and lifts her other hand to give her shoulder a shove, urging her right off of Red's lap. ]
I don't want your bones. [ Alas, she really is going to have to adjust to this place. ]
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Quick enough.
[ She leans back and lifts her other hand to give her shoulder a shove, urging her right off of Red's lap. ]
I don't want your bones. [ Alas, she really is going to have to adjust to this place. ]
I don't need them.