[ this time, he more or less expected it. anything that doesn't die from having its heart ripped out is just gonna get ornery over a broken neck. so he had two glasses of scotch poured and set on the living room coffee table while he sat in the comfy chair, waiting for her to wake up. the noise of the bones is pretty disgusting, but nothing he hasn't heard plenty of times before in reverse. ]
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You're like a tiny, blonde energizer bunny.