He laughs at her statement, swinging more, but this time backwards and forward, instead of side to side. Then suddenly he's up, flipped in the air, braid trailing behind like a tail, the dark swarm following him like he is a carcass. Then down again he lands on his feet, spinning to meet her, smile and eyes still wide.
"Didn't you know, Sister? HE IS THE MOTHERFUCKING CLOWN." Laughter pierces once more and grabs the pack he'd left on the ground, swinging it over his shoulder. And in the other hand goes the pickaxe.
"But he would so very much appreciate the finding of the cotton candy," He agrees. "TELL HIM. Is a Sister well?" Of course he's paying close eye to the way her skin shimmers like it does.
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"Didn't you know, Sister? HE IS THE MOTHERFUCKING CLOWN." Laughter pierces once more and grabs the pack he'd left on the ground, swinging it over his shoulder. And in the other hand goes the pickaxe.
"But he would so very much appreciate the finding of the cotton candy," He agrees. "TELL HIM. Is a Sister well?" Of course he's paying close eye to the way her skin shimmers like it does.