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She was quick to turn and follow in kind at the bump of her shoulder, gentle as it knocked her slightly off balance. Ink tipped tail swayed easily behind, casual and comfortable.

You did promise! We should. She'd grin, eyes gleaming with interest.

Sure, they'd only met now a handful of times, like that mattered for Envy. She was nothing if not quick to latch on.

An' how'd that go? I haven' talked to Muskrat much. Hex more. I've made the assumption that we're not enemies, I feel like they would've been more outspoken if we were.

Oh, the thought entertained her a little. She was a creature of turmoil and these nice little breaks in between were the opposite of nice to her, grating, usually. Nature uncontrolled itched to become a firestarter, one spark one spark!—and the whole place is alight. Who would even know where the fire began.

Not with her, no no no, she was too good for that, though it gnawed at her head like a parasite. Digging through synapses and crawling up the brainstem, a little tingle, little buzz.

She wondered what meal they'd be having.