That would almost be a fair complaint, except that Peridot is working with her own sister and a man who showed up to this in a shirt that featured a tired quote about being the "lead dog" and an anatomically correct rendition of a dog's ass. If she wanted were Jack London, she probably should have looked a little harder.
"We're already in the dirt," Foster points out a bit tiredly, but Miko's 'speculation' has him thinking. It actually has him a little... angry? "Wait. Maybe that's it. Maybe that's the problem. Not that we need to start eating bugs. Or. Well. You can if you want to. But hear me out first." Peridot's words--about not being were enough--have struck a nerve. Maybe a couple of different nerves. But in particular.
The fae had told Amethyst that she (and presumably Foster) weren't real werebeasts.
He's clambering up to his feet, teeth bared, eyes suddenly brighter--too bright, maybe.
"We're were animals. The animal thing is what matters. We need to actually think more like animals. Feel like actual animals... we're not mages, we're beasts."
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"We're already in the dirt," Foster points out a bit tiredly, but Miko's 'speculation' has him thinking. It actually has him a little... angry? "Wait. Maybe that's it. Maybe that's the problem. Not that we need to start eating bugs. Or. Well. You can if you want to. But hear me out first." Peridot's words--about not being were enough--have struck a nerve. Maybe a couple of different nerves. But in particular.
The fae had told Amethyst that she (and presumably Foster) weren't real werebeasts.
He's clambering up to his feet, teeth bared, eyes suddenly brighter--too bright, maybe.
"We're were animals. The animal thing is what matters. We need to actually think more like animals. Feel like actual animals... we're not mages, we're beasts."