[Tries to leap a safe distance away - stop being so close, filthy human - but that doesn't end well when she lands on her injured paw. With a snarl and angry flicking of her scarred and disheveled tail, she glares suspiciously at Lisa, whose voice she dimly recognizes....]
[It won't be as easy as that, Lisa. She snarls, but does not move away this time, just to show her utter lack of fear, and tries to get the stupid yami-cursed son-of-a-wolfbitch acorn out of her paw by herself.
Predictably, this fails. Her ears lie flat on her skull as she regards Lisa and the open hand. So much suspicion so much suspicion.]
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What business is it of yours?
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Predictably, this fails. Her ears lie flat on her skull as she regards Lisa and the open hand. So much suspicion so much suspicion.]
You were...that one who spoke of the afterlife?
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Had fun?
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'Tis always enjoyment to be found in victory!
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