...Why does she get to deal with overly cheerful people first thing in the morning? Wait. She shouldn't complain, her mate was Rakan.]
There's no one of my feather around.
[And Xayah is still entertaining her. Maybe she's just used to both good and bad jokes. Her gut is twisting though, in that 'it would be nice to punch her' kind of way. Thanks, machine, for nothing. This woman might be human, but Xayah already learned to tell a difference between normal ones and crazy ones AND ones from her home.]
You- should probably leave, [Xayah mutters with a strain in her voice.]
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...Why does she get to deal with overly cheerful people first thing in the morning? Wait. She shouldn't complain, her mate was Rakan.]
There's no one of my feather around.
[And Xayah is still entertaining her. Maybe she's just used to both good and bad jokes. Her gut is twisting though, in that 'it would be nice to punch her' kind of way. Thanks, machine, for nothing. This woman might be human, but Xayah already learned to tell a difference between normal ones and crazy ones AND ones from her home.]
You- should probably leave, [Xayah mutters with a strain in her voice.]