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Outside Bench, Kristi
Kristi paused, probably thinking. “The blood of my enemies, with their bones printed in beautiful fabrics for me to wear. It’s so pleasing, though for some reasons my mom doesn’t like it.” Quill covered her face with her hands and squeezed her eyes shut. “In a real sense, I may have given up on humanity.” Quill chuckled as he looked up. “That’s a very distinct aesthetic, Kristi.” Quill said, nodding.
Aquila touched the piercings on her bottom lip. “Wait how would you turn their bones into fabric?” Quill barely realized she was feeding the fire. “Assuming your grinding the bones or whatever, wouldn’t you end up with powder?”
orp - @Kristi
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