CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT
OR DID I KILL CURIOSITY?
A snake. How appropriate. But Ryouko didn't say so out loud. She sighed, rubbing her temples. She was tempted to snatch that cigarette from this clown's mouth and smoke it herself.
She knew she was physically little, but it didn't mean she liked it being pointed out. "I know that. Just don't call me little," was the tart remark in regards to that.
"Captain Farsko? What are you, one of those pirates from the old stories? Where's your eye patch pirate?" If he could be annoying to her, then she could reciprocate a little. "How in the hell are you so happy? No one is that happy. Wait, strike that. Skruffles is like that. She's another person I'm close to." How would she explain that? "They're fragments, like me."
She knew she was physically little, but it didn't mean she liked it being pointed out. "I know that. Just don't call me little," was the tart remark in regards to that.
"Captain Farsko? What are you, one of those pirates from the old stories? Where's your eye patch pirate?" If he could be annoying to her, then she could reciprocate a little. "How in the hell are you so happy? No one is that happy. Wait, strike that. Skruffles is like that. She's another person I'm close to." How would she explain that? "They're fragments, like me."
