--even be alive.>
"Well...I suppose we must at least search for an answer."
<Indeed. After you, My Lady.>
"Thank you, Leviathan."
Squigly and Leviathan would leave the alley in search for the reason of their revival.
The undead girl would slowly begin to wake up in a dark alleyway.
<My Lady. My Lady!>
"H-Hm...? What is it, Leviathan... Why are we alive...? Has it...been seven years already?"
<I couldn't tell you. I do not feel the presence of a skullgirl, so there is no way we should--
//Casual reminder that OOC communication is important to keeping interactions functional. Never be afraid to poke someone in private to ask if some thread is making them woozy, or alternatively, make clear you dislike something going on.
It won't make the person hate you.