Yeah, yeah. I'll give you the address so you can clean up later.
[Mostly it'd be more convenient for him to do than for her to have wasted her time on it, but she did honestly figure there'd be some weird soul shit he could take care of that she couldn't, too. She's selfish, but like. Come on. Gotta love when people stop denying how badly they want to destroy others, one way or another. One of those constants.
Lotte offers him an exaggerated, wide-eyed pout to refute his objection before settling back into an annoyed grimace again. The urge to argue that it wasn't like her 'sister' was alive anyway rises -- but she's fought too hard for her life to accept it. They were different, but in that way they were the same. It wasn't V's fault that whatever acted as brain cells went into emotional output instead of intelligence, either. She sighs, deciding not to push it.]
Oh, she'll be fine, then. Looks like you've gotten used to your broken fingers anyway, right?
[V seems a little startled, but nods. Of course. It wasn't a problem. They were healed up, anyway, just...not properly in their place. That seems to satisfy the other golem enough, because Lotte skips over to her and pats her on the head.]
Good girl.
[If she had a tail, it'd be wagging happily at the smallest of praises. Disgusting. Lotte suppresses the urge to pull her hair. Instead, she marches behind V's chair and props her arms on the back of it so she can watch him rather than her.]
It might be inevitable, anyway. She can't be trusted to live on her own how she is, and neither of us are cut out for babysitting. [Unless, like, someone really hated their baby. Honestly, who wouldn't? So loud and annoying. Never understood that one.] Hey. Did you mean it? When you said we'd break whatever shackles I have. It could be a huge pain, you know?
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[Mostly it'd be more convenient for him to do than for her to have wasted her time on it, but she did honestly figure there'd be some weird soul shit he could take care of that she couldn't, too. She's selfish, but like. Come on. Gotta love when people stop denying how badly they want to destroy others, one way or another. One of those constants.
Lotte offers him an exaggerated, wide-eyed pout to refute his objection before settling back into an annoyed grimace again. The urge to argue that it wasn't like her 'sister' was alive anyway rises -- but she's fought too hard for her life to accept it. They were different, but in that way they were the same. It wasn't V's fault that whatever acted as brain cells went into emotional output instead of intelligence, either. She sighs, deciding not to push it.]
Oh, she'll be fine, then. Looks like you've gotten used to your broken fingers anyway, right?
[V seems a little startled, but nods. Of course. It wasn't a problem. They were healed up, anyway, just...not properly in their place. That seems to satisfy the other golem enough, because Lotte skips over to her and pats her on the head.]
Good girl.
[If she had a tail, it'd be wagging happily at the smallest of praises. Disgusting. Lotte suppresses the urge to pull her hair. Instead, she marches behind V's chair and props her arms on the back of it so she can watch him rather than her.]
It might be inevitable, anyway. She can't be trusted to live on her own how she is, and neither of us are cut out for babysitting. [Unless, like, someone really hated their baby. Honestly, who wouldn't? So loud and annoying. Never understood that one.] Hey. Did you mean it? When you said we'd break whatever shackles I have. It could be a huge pain, you know?