[This kid... thing... alien, whatever. Slowly shaving years off of Fiona's life by the second, she can feel it. And Fiona is definitely not sharing her rations. She lets out an aggravated noise, turning to face Vriska and trying to ignore how disconcerting she still finds the kid's appearance. Planting her hands on her hips, she narrows her eyes and does her best to keep herself from shivering.]
Look, it doesn't feel right. If you want to charge in there and get eaten by something or axed to death, be my guest.
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Look, it doesn't feel right. If you want to charge in there and get eaten by something or axed to death, be my guest.