[God, you know, he's fucking tiny, isn't he. Look at him. What a little tiny mess. She could crush him by sitting on him if she concentrated really hard, but the fact is that as much as she hates dogs, and god does she ever hate dogs, he's pretty cute.]
[So she doesn't try to ruin his life. Not just yet. Instead she materializes before him like smoke, deep muddy red flickering in and out of her form as she considers him; her pupilless, mismatched eyes watch him enjoying the remnants of his meal.]
[Tolerable.]
What kind of fuck-up are you that you're not whining about morality, Charlie Brown?
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[So she doesn't try to ruin his life. Not just yet. Instead she materializes before him like smoke, deep muddy red flickering in and out of her form as she considers him; her pupilless, mismatched eyes watch him enjoying the remnants of his meal.]
[Tolerable.]
What kind of fuck-up are you that you're not whining about morality, Charlie Brown?