[Freya doesn't say anything for a moment, watching Yuri beeline for the sharp implements with a cocked eyebrow.]
[She almost starts to protest, "I'm not calling it that," but changes her mind. With a shake of her head, Freya starts off to a different corner, where it looks like skins have been piled.]
You know what? You do you, Mr. Edgelord. [The tall woman mutters something as she walks away, and it kind of sounds like "don't miss bein' a teenager."]
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[She almost starts to protest, "I'm not calling it that," but changes her mind. With a shake of her head, Freya starts off to a different corner, where it looks like skins have been piled.]
You know what? You do you, Mr. Edgelord. [The tall woman mutters something as she walks away, and it kind of sounds like "don't miss bein' a teenager."]