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The second he spoke her eyebrows crumpled into a perplexed bundle. The diction with which he spoke was prodigious—novel, to her, as though his vocal chords were striking flint with every glottal consonant. ”I think your tongue is swollen.” she curled her lip at him, saying then: ”try chewing your food if it has pincers.” She subtly stared at his mouth, willing him to open it so that she may bear witness to the crab swinging from his uvula to Chandelier by Sia. 

Vlad’s intentions–whether they were his best or not–were met with more than just some mulish resistance. She withdrew, visibly–ears flush against her skull. No, certainly no, to the cave thing. No more spelunking!! Especially not here in Bitch Canyon. Lusca did not verbalize her noncompliance, instead, coiled herself more snugly and gave Vlad some very masterful and austere side-eye as he made a raucous, crowing with laughter at the expense of her hardship. What a dickweed.