chomp chomp -- open

[valo-kas]

“[color=salmon]aww, ya didn’t...” they pursed their lips for a moment like they didn’t want to appear as upset as they did, hackles lifted in a ridge down their back because danger — but nowadays they were more and more inclined to ignore that instinct. this was supposed to be a fun walk, a decompressor even, but they just had to follow the sounds of wet snapping. valo-kas looked away from fish and her meal. “[color=salmon]you didn’t have to eat one of them.” the mutant insisted tersely because yes, they were still genuinely fond of the things even if the whole ‘i want to fuck gators’ thing had started as a joke. rampant nonsensical attempts at ironic, shocking humor as a coping mechanism take over as key character traits, more at seven. here’s moira with the weather. whatever. they were doomed to be predictable and that —

well. that was fine, valo-kas supposed. again, whatever.

thank you, james. we’ve got a blizzard heading in... even that joke dug it’s heels in a little too deep into the easily shaped meat of their brain because now valo-kas heard the voices. their nostrils flated and they let out a huff that may as well have been a scream.

“[color=salmon]i’ll uh....leave you to it if you’re, like...busy.”