MURDER MURDER & BLACK CONVERTIBLES | ascendants

[Tena M.]

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The small feline squared her shoulders, frown deepening.  At least Bast seemed a sensible individual... Tena glanced at Bucky curiously.  Indeed, his aura gave off no ill intentions.  Just confusion and some panic.  She huffed quietly.  She wouldn't want anyone in her head either, no matter if they had good intentions.  Her mind was hers.  The thought made her skin crawl and she did not blame the already shaken Maine coon for denying permission.

"I think he's had enough for one day, don't you?" She kept her tone level as she could, trying to find a way to 'polite' through it all.  Afterall, nearly suffocating to death was, in her opinion, more than enough for a day, without adding the possibility of someone going into your head.  "He needs some rest, not someone in his head."

She couldn't imagine why anyone would think that's an okay thing.  Tena flicked her ear.  Sometimes... All one really had was their mind... Sometimes it was the only thing unchained...  She valued her freedom of thought for a long time, and now her freedom to talk - and boy did she like to speak her mind when she felt it necessary - she could not imagine ever willingly letting someone go into her mind, even for the truth.

What a strange place this was, where the thought of inviting someone in mentally was not considered entirely unusual.
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