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Alright-- [ She lets go of Vriska's rest, grunting in pain. ] Fuck this! [ And then, not relenting on the horn issue, she aims to fling Karkat into Vriska, and push them both away. ]
You want your shit? It's in the drawer behind you. Glasses, clothes, towel, everything. [ She just throws her hands up. There are spots of dark blue blood flecked on her hands, and though she attempts to resist, she has to try and take a lick--- ]