[it coughs and spits, a mix of saliva and something sticky and black. when fingers wriggling to get under the rope fail, it conjures a needle and slides it under with little care for its own skin, using both hands to pull it and give itself more air.
words are croaked:] You're. Not family, red annnghh black. Geh.
[it holds up the needle between two fingers and lets it crumble to dust. quickly, though, it forms a fist and four new ones emerge. it swings at Kate, aiming for her face.]
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words are croaked:] You're. Not family, red annnghh black. Geh.
[it holds up the needle between two fingers and lets it crumble to dust. quickly, though, it forms a fist and four new ones emerge. it swings at Kate, aiming for her face.]