"I know that," she snaps defensively, hunching up and holding the soda to her chest.
Another pause. She glances at it again.
Fine. Yeah. OK. She's gonna fuckin' do it.
With both hands on the can, she throws back a big swig of this sugary delight, filling her horrible purple mouth with it.
Peridot lowers the can. Now she's just standing there with a mouthful of soda, cheeks puffed out slightly? She looks conflicted about what the carbonation is doing to her mouth. Her face is all screwed up like just sniffed something rotten.
She just keeps standing there. Nothing changes, except for her cheeks slowly turning a teal color. When the hell is the Ringmaster going to come back.
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Another pause. She glances at it again.
Fine. Yeah. OK. She's gonna fuckin' do it.
With both hands on the can, she throws back a big swig of this sugary delight, filling her horrible purple mouth with it.
Peridot lowers the can. Now she's just standing there with a mouthful of soda, cheeks puffed out slightly? She looks conflicted about what the carbonation is doing to her mouth. Her face is all screwed up like just sniffed something rotten.
She just keeps standing there. Nothing changes, except for her cheeks slowly turning a teal color. When the hell is the Ringmaster going to come back.