[Because if not, then that's about to be corrected through this conversation. Perona smiles, showing off a pair of sharp fangs and lets her other half take over for the shortest of seconds, just enough for the color of her irises to change around the edges from their usual black to a dark wine color. But her smile doesn't last - it was only to show him what she's become, really - and Perona drops her gaze down to the ground, shifting on the swing so it creaks again.]
...There were, eh, three people? I wasn't satisfied until at least three, I think... I even know which stain belongs to which person - they smell different. [Her voice gets softer, like she's admitting to a crime. Or t least someone particularly disgraceful.] One was smart, though. The first one. He shot at me.
[She lifts up one corner of her dress, to show off a bit of her own handiwork bandaging a wound on her leg. That's another reason she's not standing, it still bothers here a little.] But that just made me mad.
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[Because if not, then that's about to be corrected through this conversation. Perona smiles, showing off a pair of sharp fangs and lets her other half take over for the shortest of seconds, just enough for the color of her irises to change around the edges from their usual black to a dark wine color. But her smile doesn't last - it was only to show him what she's become, really - and Perona drops her gaze down to the ground, shifting on the swing so it creaks again.]
...There were, eh, three people? I wasn't satisfied until at least three, I think... I even know which stain belongs to which person - they smell different. [Her voice gets softer, like she's admitting to a crime. Or t least someone particularly disgraceful.] One was smart, though. The first one. He shot at me.
[She lifts up one corner of her dress, to show off a bit of her own handiwork bandaging a wound on her leg. That's another reason she's not standing, it still bothers here a little.] But that just made me mad.