( Well, this is just going from bad to worse, and Sans and Clementine aren't really able to help at all or stop it from getting any worse. No matter what they do so she feels kind of bad that they're witness to- to all of this. )
Fuck.
( She hisses out a breath between her teeth, but wants to say something first ) You're not poison, Tim. Not to me. You're good to me.
( And she's selfish enough. She's been around enough people doing terrible shit and done enough terrible shit herself to not hold that against someone if they had reason. Clem looks over at Sans and then nods even if she's still worried about potential violence, but it already feels like a violation seeing, hearing. They're not really able to do much.
Fuck though, though Sans' brother's mirror killed him? Here, she was pissed at her own mirror for taking her hat, but that's obviously something he didn't want to say so she'll try not to react to it much. She's already picking up her stuff, moving toward the door. )
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Fuck.
( She hisses out a breath between her teeth, but wants to say something first ) You're not poison, Tim. Not to me. You're good to me.
( And she's selfish enough. She's been around enough people doing terrible shit and done enough terrible shit herself to not hold that against someone if they had reason. Clem looks over at Sans and then nods even if she's still worried about potential violence, but it already feels like a violation seeing, hearing. They're not really able to do much.
Fuck though, though Sans' brother's mirror killed him? Here, she was pissed at her own mirror for taking her hat, but that's obviously something he didn't want to say so she'll try not to react to it much. She's already picking up her stuff, moving toward the door. )
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