❝ You’d fit right in with my freaks! ❞
–> WEIRDMAGGEDON STARTERS ::: accepting
❝Hey! I’m no freak- not compare to you, you…. -—-❞ Ose’s vermilion hues narrowed, GAZING at the stranger before her. They were someone, no, SOMETHING the Irken had never seen before- an unknown species as well as an unknown being.
❝Well, I don’t know what you are- that’s how much of a freak you are. You’re like a Spurge in Glapton that’s how weird you are.-—-❞ Honestly if she hadn’t been so easily IRRITATED by the comment then she would just find the creeping curiosity that was bound to occur given a bit. Any new biological or seeming biological discovery had the chance of piquing her interest.❝So, I don’t want to ‘fit in with your freaks’, you weird hat wearing thing..-—-❞