[ maya is extremely ready to leave this awful place, thanks. she doesn't let go for a second, just starts to shuffle in a direction and tug her along. ]
How the heck is that a poem? No!
[ not that being huffy and puffy is going to stop the selection screen. she stares in a mixture of horror and anger at the images, black mist starting to permeate from her lips -- but she swallows it back (hm) and steels herself. pulls sayori closer, so she doesn't have to see this. or at least, so she can try to prevent sayori from seeing this. she can put her face on maya's shoulder, if she wants, and maya doesn't seem to care if she bleeds on her. ]
Where's the quit option? That's the one we're taking!
[ as if just yelling at the game will cause it stop. she never was great with technology. ]
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How the heck is that a poem? No!
[ not that being huffy and puffy is going to stop the selection screen. she stares in a mixture of horror and anger at the images, black mist starting to permeate from her lips -- but she swallows it back (hm) and steels herself. pulls sayori closer, so she doesn't have to see this. or at least, so she can try to prevent sayori from seeing this. she can put her face on maya's shoulder, if she wants, and maya doesn't seem to care if she bleeds on her. ]
Where's the quit option? That's the one we're taking!
[ as if just yelling at the game will cause it stop. she never was great with technology. ]