[Thida half groans, half growls, as she rolls over onto her stomach to get a better look at her cell buddy. Though she can't see his tentacles, she does see him in general, and glares with her one good eye. Her tone is sharp and beyond grumpy.]
Y'ever get punched? Hurts!
[So clearly she had complete right to complain. Thida presses the heel of her hand to the side of her jaw, pushing there. There's a hiss of pain in her next muttered words.]
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Y'ever get punched? Hurts!
[So clearly she had complete right to complain. Thida presses the heel of her hand to the side of her jaw, pushing there. There's a hiss of pain in her next muttered words.]
Stupid jerk...sore loser...stuck-up buttface...cries t'Daddy, can't even...