[ asa's mind('s eye) stays closer to the true yoshiki, so she knows it's him, not— that comedic horror behind them. if she could try to pick him up from that horrible landing (that's not what i meant by "helping"!), maybe she would, and then, like. feel super awkward about it. but the thought still stands! do the right thing, right?!
the right thing that yoru sees is the goatman. she flashes her eyes with the same sharpness as the eerie grin before her, and huffs loud, prideful: ]
There you are, pest. [ she needs a weapon. it's going to suck because everything she has on hand is not particularly important to asa, but this should be a slice of cake, anyway. ] Now I can gut you and take your horns for trophy.
[ a warm up! now things are more to her tastes! except— ]
Boy. The true boy, [ she beckons! ] bestow me your pants, posthaste.
[ and just then asa fucking dies in limbo— but that's the point!!!!! ]
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the right thing that yoru sees is the goatman. she flashes her eyes with the same sharpness as the eerie grin before her, and huffs loud, prideful: ]
There you are, pest. [ she needs a weapon. it's going to suck because everything she has on hand is not particularly important to asa, but this should be a slice of cake, anyway. ] Now I can gut you and take your horns for trophy.
[ a warm up! now things are more to her tastes! except— ]
Boy. The true boy, [ she beckons! ] bestow me your pants, posthaste.
[ and just then asa fucking dies in limbo— but that's the point!!!!! ]