i wanna tell you a story. ain't got no characters in it but me. i wanna sing you a sad song. most of it i don't expect you to believe. it starts off just the whiskey and wine, miles of travel and some real good times. but it ends in a dark corridor, and there ain't no windows and there ain't no doors.
[ Despite the threat, she's stubbornly shoving both of her arms out straight for him to look them over. Nothing's broken other than the skin, but she did give it a good few whacks. ]
I can't get us out. [ If he's ever been present for one of her dramatic stunts, that's the most warning he's going to get. ] I'm not perfect like my mother--bet you she would have already gotten you out of this mess and probably patched up my hands all at the same time! If I could only be as good as her, then you wouldn't have to look at me with that stupid face of yours!
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[ Despite the threat, she's stubbornly shoving both of her arms out straight for him to look them over. Nothing's broken other than the skin, but she did give it a good few whacks. ]
I can't get us out. [ If he's ever been present for one of her dramatic stunts, that's the most warning he's going to get. ] I'm not perfect like my mother--bet you she would have already gotten you out of this mess and probably patched up my hands all at the same time! If I could only be as good as her, then you wouldn't have to look at me with that stupid face of yours!