She holds that 'mm' sound for the duration of her thought. It's an awful, horrid little noise despite her holding that dopey unreadable smile too, not unlike buzzing insects. Wasps or locusts, maybe.
Adaptation is just what animals do; there's nothing special about this girl that makes her able to stand the cold, probably, short of magic. Margaret fancied herself an occultist sometimes, but that didn't mean she actually knew what she was doing, for once -- so there's no point in even trying to cut her up. She has nothing to give. This conversation is pointless.
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She holds that 'mm' sound for the duration of her thought. It's an awful, horrid little noise despite her holding that dopey unreadable smile too, not unlike buzzing insects. Wasps or locusts, maybe.
Adaptation is just what animals do; there's nothing special about this girl that makes her able to stand the cold, probably, short of magic. Margaret fancied herself an occultist sometimes, but that didn't mean she actually knew what she was doing, for once -- so there's no point in even trying to cut her up. She has nothing to give. This conversation is pointless.
Unless -]
. . . You're pretty.