[Wow this really is the hill this child is gonna die on. Her first thought is to keep being dismissive and derisive, but those fangs give her pause. She is human again, after all, and even if this is the afterlife, who's to say she can't die again? Or at least be seriously maimed and in pain forever.
So she does it. She walks over, picks up the paper, and wads it in her hands. And then walks back over and disdainfully drops it on top of the rest of the pamphlets the kid is holding. She's intimidated by the threat display but not that intimidated.]
There you go. In the trash, where it belongs. [Yeah cause that won't set him off.]
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So she does it. She walks over, picks up the paper, and wads it in her hands. And then walks back over and disdainfully drops it on top of the rest of the pamphlets the kid is holding. She's intimidated by the threat display but not that intimidated.]
There you go. In the trash, where it belongs. [Yeah cause that won't set him off.]