Talkin' Bout My Best Friend

"You can be choosy but you can't be a shit about it." Edy chastised with a false sense of importance. Quickly though her serious expression dissolved entirely as she grinned down at her sassy counterpart. Had she ever poked at her own blood? Not the type of question you'd normally hear from a 9 year old, but as it turned out, yes Edy had. Often. "Obviously. You know Z is big on blood letting as a way of focusing magic." It was one of Edy's preferred methods of casting. Especially here when she could actually be healed and didn't have to walk around wounded all the time. "Cold blooded is like...well. Your body keeps you warm. For cold blooded critters, they don't regulate it themselves. That's why when it gets cold snakes get slow and they chill on rocks in the sun." "Some were scratched up, some were just plain old fucked up." Edy confirmed with a nod. "And yeah, she probably did kill them. I mean, I don't know what else would have. Seems pretty mean to put them in a room with a momma bobcat and her kitten though." Yowling and growling low in the back of her throat, Bobi began to prowl forward. If she had a tail, it would have been flicking behind her, but as it was, the kitten kept her head and shoulders low as she stalked. "Okay cool. Guess we're doing this." Edy muttered under her breath, fire already warming her palm in case some weirdo shit happened. EDY Could dress up to get love. But guess what? I'm never gonna be that girl who's living in a Barbie world