[She'd gotten a LITTLE carried away in the dream. Just a little. ... Okay, a lot.]
[She definitely looks uncomfortable now. Of all the things she'd have expected Envy (or ANY of her friends, really) to call her out on... this was not it.]
[Her knuckles crack audibly as she flexes her fingers-- not out of anger, but more... nervous energy.]
Well-- okay, yeah, it's kinda personal. She reminds me of MY mom, and I'd kill that bitch over and OVER if I could. And after the shit yours SAID about you in that dream? I just-- I-I don't get why this is a thing.
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[She definitely looks uncomfortable now. Of all the things she'd have expected Envy (or ANY of her friends, really) to call her out on... this was not it.]
[Her knuckles crack audibly as she flexes her fingers-- not out of anger, but more... nervous energy.]
Well-- okay, yeah, it's kinda personal. She reminds me of MY mom, and I'd kill that bitch over and OVER if I could. And after the shit yours SAID about you in that dream? I just-- I-I don't get why this is a thing.
Why does it matter if it was personal or not?