[And there's the final, absolute, and definitive reason why Riley feels no pressing need to freak out about all this. Maybe other people would think it's weird for her to feel so completely trusting of such a particularly personal victim of her past atrocities, or the fact that said victim is what amounts to her de-facto parole officer, but they just don't get it.
And that's fine. Nobody else needs to get it. It's not for them, anyways.]
There're easier ways to say that you missed me, you know. [She peels herself away from the window. Nothing strange happens to her skin as she does this, it behaves perfectly normally.] Like... this!
[Arms spread wide, a Riley torpedo is launched at the midsection of one Amy Dallon, set on delivering a critical payload of a massive amount of love bug love hugs.
Somewhere, Blasto isn't rolling in his grave, because there's no way his body received the proper rites. But spiritually speaking, he's going the full gator.]
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And that's fine. Nobody else needs to get it. It's not for them, anyways.]
There're easier ways to say that you missed me, you know. [She peels herself away from the window. Nothing strange happens to her skin as she does this, it behaves perfectly normally.] Like... this!
[Arms spread wide, a Riley torpedo is launched at the midsection of one Amy Dallon, set on delivering a critical payload of a massive amount of love bug love hugs.
Somewhere, Blasto isn't rolling in his grave, because there's no way his body received the proper rites. But spiritually speaking, he's going the full gator.]