"—I don't want my cookie recipe tainted by my fucking trauma! Put those the fuck away, what the fuck.
...None of what's going on with me is shit you can or should magically fix, or whatever the fuck. Some healing you've got to do on your own— what do you think would happen if someone slapped a bandage over the shit in your head and called it good?"
Another shake, and then she starts to fold herself into a sort of sulky loaf. ...Or more like a baguette, with how long her body is.
"The muzzle was enough. We processed that shit ages ago, having it ripped back out and mixed up with our self-image was fucking everything over." A pause, and then she eyes MK. "...Do you actually want to light it? Or do you just want to use me as a fucking trash can."
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"—I don't want my cookie recipe tainted by my fucking trauma! Put those the fuck away, what the fuck.
...None of what's going on with me is shit you can or should magically fix, or whatever the fuck. Some healing you've got to do on your own— what do you think would happen if someone slapped a bandage over the shit in your head and called it good?"
Another shake, and then she starts to fold herself into a sort of sulky loaf. ...Or more like a baguette, with how long her body is.
"The muzzle was enough. We processed that shit ages ago, having it ripped back out and mixed up with our self-image was fucking everything over." A pause, and then she eyes MK. "...Do you actually want to light it? Or do you just want to use me as a fucking trash can."