[She lets it go, easily. Even politely looks away whilst he seems to be regrouping, pulling something inside of him back into some corner of himself where it's usually contained. There may be whole swarths of things she knows jack shit about, but having something shitty and bad defining the past is not one of them. so she just makes a rude sound when he answers her, still turned toward the unfortunate, long-dead creature inside its glass case.]
I dunno. Would you want people staring at you all day if you looked like a bag of ass?
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I dunno. Would you want people staring at you all day if you looked like a bag of ass?