[And a guard dog-cat-thing. Alright. Ashley feels a bit more comfortable with that. This lithe kid against her, the both of them wrapped in a fluffy cocoon. It helps, to get her to stop thinking about the bad things. Buzzing and screeching, something tight around her wrists, screams.
Her body starts to tense again. Instead-]
U-um, is. Is Karkat your...a kitty? Or...your mom or dad?
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Her body starts to tense again. Instead-]
U-um, is. Is Karkat your...a kitty? Or...your mom or dad?