Oh nah, I don't need your DNA at least, Alana. I still have zhat stored in zhe catalogue.
Othervise ist just zhe equipment zhat I might vant a second opinion on.
-Scylly holds the apple back, sticking a long tongue out at Gracia-
Nyeh!~ Yer not getting it back 'cuz oim hungry!
-and in front of Gracia's eyes... the rest of the apple is eaten by Scylly's hand-
-the palm just had a mouth open and swallow the rest of the core whole-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-She squinted through-
Holy shit...
-More must be learned-
-Knowledge must be torn away from this phenomenon up close-
-Understand this, Andromeda-
-And then the connection is gone, Sharp beginning to fly towards the black hole-
-Gracia watches the apple vanish-
...
...
You slut!
-She throws herself at Scylly-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-there's a lot in there-
-a Joey, a Junon, an Ovi, Sniper, quite a few other pros-
-a few animals here and there-
-and then one that's just labeled "Lovecraft's wet dream" with its' origin being labelled as 'Squid-looking thing'-
Vill do!~ Oh, but how are you getting along, Alana?
Oi, it takes one ta know one!~
-she retaliates with a six-armed push-
-each of these four extra arms sprouting from her elbows-
-two on each side-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-it does not move-
-immeasurable-
-insurmountable-
-impossible-
-timeless and ageless and darker than dark and blacker than black it stares as if it could stare inescapably observing and collecting all things in the deep void between and around and beyond stars and seeing into you and beyond you and through you and beside across away forever indefinitely infinitely astoundingly ABSOLUTELY-
[forum cryptid: it/it's]-Sharp Resplendence hesitates again-
-Looking back to Andy for a moment-
-Then surges on, ever close to the event horizon-
-Gracia grapples with Scylla, trying to claw at her-
Raaaaugh!!
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Scylly keeps Gracia at an arms' length, purely out of instinct-
-though she's laughing, with a big toothy smile-
-her eyes closed, but eyes opening on each individual tooth-
-the scratches Gracia makes don't bleed, but just seem to look like indentations on putty that reform as they are adjusted-
Aw come awn, don' make me go aw'll seerious!~
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-Gracia's anger is all the more fiery having forgotten its cause, and she tries to bite at her instead-
Say you're sorry!
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

"... Mrm."