[ It's a small relief, but it's just that. Small. The ears, the tail were two -- one? They seem to have a mind of their own -- horrible thing. Those teeny, tiny fangs just barely peeking over her bottom lip are another. The pheromones? That's another level of frank fuckery that she's not sure how not navigate and it's messing with her mood. Is there a trigger? An off button? Yosuke's aren't hands she would break, at least, but that statement hits her stomach and makes it twist. ]
I don't trust the moons and you shouldn't either. Gods are fickle.
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I don't trust the moons and you shouldn't either. Gods are fickle.