[ha. well, he wasn't lying about that incredibly specific height "brag". she doesn't really react, though; she's seen a lot of people in her time through a couple different worlds, and there's not much that can take her completely by surprise anymore. there's a hint of a smirk against his scowl, and her back straightens juuuust a little more. keep twistin', junior.]
Watch your fingers. I bite. [she doesn't, which should be clear by how she's still casually approaching him. once she's close enough to the pile—and to him, she guesses—she bends down to grab a rock in her hand and rolls it around in her palm for a bit. there might, at one point, have been venom in her words. but she is tired, and she is in pain.]
I don't like people touching me. Use real words and maybe I'll let you pap me.
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Watch your fingers. I bite. [she doesn't, which should be clear by how she's still casually approaching him. once she's close enough to the pile—and to him, she guesses—she bends down to grab a rock in her hand and rolls it around in her palm for a bit. there might, at one point, have been venom in her words. but she is tired, and she is in pain.]
I don't like people touching me. Use real words and maybe I'll let you pap me.