[ she makes a noncommittal sound at his observation. what were you thinking? she wasn't thinking. she never thinks, okay. while he reads the pages, she'll go and find her prosthetic arm. because it was no longer connected to her bloodstream, nor her cognition, the vines that previously binded it no longer has the fear to feed on, so it easily slides off of the arm with a shake. she props its back to her arm socket without much difficulty, and within minutes, was able to move her her fingers.
during that time, he was able to direct that... thing he summoned to consume the vines around his hand, which... would have been fucking helpful before! seriously, fuck this guy. ]
Tell it to eat the rest of the vines over — [ before she can finish, the stan had manages to zoom past her and eat the vines that had fallen off her prosthetic arm before. ] Huh.
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during that time, he was able to direct that... thing he summoned to consume the vines around his hand, which... would have been fucking helpful before! seriously, fuck this guy. ]
Tell it to eat the rest of the vines over — [ before she can finish, the stan had manages to zoom past her and eat the vines that had fallen off her prosthetic arm before. ] Huh.