Papa? That must be her lusus, even if the naming is wierd. Or something. A jolt of fear goes up his spine. He doesn't know how big her lusus would be, how many teeth it could have. He doesn't want to fight another lusus.
But he is also sure that the girl must be crazy. How could a lusus own anything? Maybe it's just that smart and strong and it thinks what's hers is its own.
"I am a Highblood! I ain't no rust! I ain't no motherfucking lowblood! And what does being a lady have to do with anything? You a princess glub-guts? What will a sister do if I ain't want to bow?" Would he bow if it was to save his life? Well... yes. His fists clench to keep their tremble out. He's treading a fine line. What if she sends her lusus after him? He could die. At very least it will hurt, it always hurts. But he is not no forgotten dirt and he will not let himself been as such. He has worked too hard.
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But he is also sure that the girl must be crazy. How could a lusus own anything? Maybe it's just that smart and strong and it thinks what's hers is its own.
"I am a Highblood! I ain't no rust! I ain't no motherfucking lowblood! And what does being a lady have to do with anything? You a princess glub-guts? What will a sister do if I ain't want to bow?" Would he bow if it was to save his life? Well... yes. His fists clench to keep their tremble out. He's treading a fine line. What if she sends her lusus after him? He could die. At very least it will hurt, it always hurts. But he is not no forgotten dirt and he will not let himself been as such. He has worked too hard.