Sunset Valley i make the money, not wash the clothes.

The meal might've made Colt happy for a while. It didn't appear to last as long as Indra wished, as he was upon her with commands again. She grimaced and hunkered closer to the skull instead, refusing him.

He'd gotten what he'd wanted (or what Indra perceived as his desire); he could wait for her now. She sat there arranging the skull in the circle with the ears carefully laid out, and groomed them over again as best she could, but she was hasty and erratic with it.

The edge of one eartip tore, and Indra's teeth flashed again, this time at the earth.