@derjaegermond: I LOVE NITA SO MUCH. SHE CAN STAY FOREVER
“N-no!- Goodness, I mean- I’d, I’d truly hate to bother, I, uh, b-but, if I can stay for a little, I could use. Company. That isn’t-”
Bernita wiggles her claws; they make a sound like scissors blades. She means the parasites. They mean well, she’s come to accept, but they remain absurd, and larger than life and thought, and each time they converse too long blood vessels begin breaking.
“I, I’ll try not to... distract you from the work you surely, surely are doing-”









