[ She sucks in her lips, not even wincing when her fangs jab bloody holes in them, and starts up the head-shaking eye-avoiding again. What an awful question in that it indicates how much he doesn’t believe she gives a shit about him, if the other stuff being said didn’t already. Her heart might have a few more major and slow-healing fissures in it now than ten minutes ago. ]
That just happens, doesn’t matter. [ God, she’s gonna hiccup. ] What’s your daughter like?
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That just happens, doesn’t matter. [ God, she’s gonna hiccup. ] What’s your daughter like?