Mhmm. [Fang sways along easily. The knot in her stomach unwinds slightly, but the root of the problem remained; something to deal with later. Vanille's wings were warm and welcome with that draft from outdoors. Fang gently touches her lips to the crown of the gargoyle's head; a reassuring gesture to reassuring words.]
Someone's gotta knock sense into you. [And then her tone shifts to the playful.]
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Someone's gotta knock sense into you. [And then her tone shifts to the playful.]