"What, that Mickey got pwned in a particularly disgusting way? Yeah, that's not my fault. But I'm clearly not pissing her off enough because she's not back yet."
Nic struggled briefly, her eyes falling on Cindy's.
"...that's how it works. Mickey will be back..."
Even as she said it, though, she could smell the metallic perfume of blood in her wings. The outermost layers were soaked in it.
"...shehadthisgiantholeinherchestandthestreetwasalmostpurplewithblood."
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