“Insulted,” Duke said in an airy sing-song. He brushed his fingers over the front of the top drawer of the filing cabinet. His mouth twisted into a close-lipped smile, though he didn’t look at them. “Don’t you recognize her snogon?”
The Trig was even more uncanny valley than the English; hyper-enunciated until it was nearly meaningless.
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Re: Trap! Confrontation! Battle! Deeeeath!
Date: 2025-01-10 05:34 am (UTC)The Trig was even more uncanny valley than the English; hyper-enunciated until it was nearly meaningless.