Come sit right here and sleep while I slip poison in your ear
It was a good thing Mabel could no longer feel pain – the ricochet of the pinning manifestations, of smashing her finger against nail and board, would’ve sent a howl running through her chest. Instead, she hissed something feral and cursing, quietly muttering under her breath. “Piece of shit,” might’ve echoed in the rather savage interludes, until she managed to eventually withdraw her finger from the complexities. Fuck that window in particular, apparently.
Snarling, she retreated from its regions once everything was finished, ignoring the trail of fluid dripping from the digit, stomping over, and grabbing hold of some more snow moss, stuffing wherever it was still required.
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Mabel finishes up with the window and tries to stuff more snow moss around the building.
Snarling, she retreated from its regions once everything was finished, ignoring the trail of fluid dripping from the digit, stomping over, and grabbing hold of some more snow moss, stuffing wherever it was still required.
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Mabel finishes up with the window and tries to stuff more snow moss around the building.
MABEL
