[She tries so so hard to follow. Really, she does. And she keeps up for a while, up until the singing part. Her eyes go wide at that and she ends up staring, cheeks turning red as she imagines herself actually trying to do something like that. When he asks her if she's caught up with him she shakes her head, teeth biting at her lower lip.]
Maybe I can stab instead of sing. It would be easier.
[And more effective, really.]
But I would get in trouble.
[SIGH. Dad and Charles, why won't you just let her use her claws?]
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Maybe I can stab instead of sing. It would be easier.
[And more effective, really.]
But I would get in trouble.
[SIGH. Dad and Charles, why won't you just let her use her claws?]