charmy: you know, your feathers make you look like miku
wave:
wave: babysit yourself i’m leaving
charmy, grinning like a little shit: WHERE ARE YOU GOING? TO RESTYLE YOUR FEATHERS INTO PIGTAILS TO LOOK MORE LIKE MIKU???
wave, arthur-fist-gripping her wrench: do not bat the child into orbit. do not bat the child into orbit














