Carrion: *confused nod*
*wait
*cats dont show confusion*
Obsidian: *looks at the cat for a while* *looks away like she doesn't care if it's not a real cat*
Carrion: *still wants to keep up the act because most people scream and run when they see what she really is*
*i mean, if you figured out you cat was actualy a pile of blood and muscle and dead bits that vaugley looked like a human than like,......*
Obsidian: so. Cat. Tell me about yourself. (She don't have many social skillz)
Carrion: *just writes* wel, do yew wunt me tu git out of tis form
(thats my best kindergarten spelling )
(also she is like 17 but she didnt get any schooling)
Obsidian: sure.
Carrion: *and she turns into dis:
Obsidian: *sitting on couch with no expression to her face just looking at her*
Carrion:...*she clears her throat and speaks with the cutest, softest voice youve ever heard* ......you not scared? or sad? me confused......
Obsidian: I don't feel anything. Not anymore.
