Jade Fern Grove The loneliest people are the kindest

She kept right on chortling as he hurled some more insults her way. Maybe she wasn't much of one for words, yet bantering... Haunt found herself thrilling to it. There was something fun about swearing so crudely. Her parents would likely box her about the ears. She imagined even her litter mates would give her the side eye for her vulgarities. That's part of what made it so fun: it was so unlike her, the way she was raised. It was taboo.

That wasn't to say she was particularly adept, at least not yet. After firing off that zinger, Haunt kind of drew a blank on what to say next. It took entirely too long for her to cook up something clever. He would likely call her out on it. But there was nothing for it. It would take time to reduce her hang time, ironically.

"At least I'm not a total assclown," she retorted belatedly, seemingly unable to escape her rectal repertoire. "What kind of asshat goes around picking on kids?" Haunt demanded, the question 89% fluff and 11% genuine curiosity about this queer fellow.