[She gives a soft, content hum as his hands stay on her arms. Toasty... And she applauds his priorities -- it only made sense this way, and she'd needed his attention more than him trying to solve the mystery.]
No. It was an act of self defense. [She pauses, a little for drama but mostly just because she doesn't tend to speak very fast, even when she isn't a slime.] I have two possessions I always keep on me. My clock Dad gave to me...and a glass knife, just in case I get into trouble that gets around a slime's near-invulnerability. It's practically invisible as long as it's in my body, so it's a good way to catch someone offguard. But when I changed into a werewolf with a solid body again...
[She sort of forgot that she had them? There was never any reason to not have them floating around in there before...]
It would explain why it didn't hurt until I moved, and why it felt like a knife. It was one. I shouldn't have to tell Dr. Kitty to save them for me...
[She really wants them back, though -- her clock especially. And she hopes it doesn't take up too much of his time, when she's almost positive that's what it was and he probably has other work he could be doing... Her head has tilted so that her mismatched eyes are dazing out in the direction of the entrance. Dog...want... But dog also want to play. It's tough to be a dog.]
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No. It was an act of self defense. [She pauses, a little for drama but mostly just because she doesn't tend to speak very fast, even when she isn't a slime.] I have two possessions I always keep on me. My clock Dad gave to me...and a glass knife, just in case I get into trouble that gets around a slime's near-invulnerability. It's practically invisible as long as it's in my body, so it's a good way to catch someone offguard. But when I changed into a werewolf with a solid body again...
[She sort of forgot that she had them? There was never any reason to not have them floating around in there before...]
It would explain why it didn't hurt until I moved, and why it felt like a knife. It was one. I shouldn't have to tell Dr. Kitty to save them for me...
[She really wants them back, though -- her clock especially. And she hopes it doesn't take up too much of his time, when she's almost positive that's what it was and he probably has other work he could be doing... Her head has tilted so that her mismatched eyes are dazing out in the direction of the entrance. Dog...want... But dog also want to play. It's tough to be a dog.]