Her soul spun rapidly at her chest, scrambling into glitching bits as globs of DT expelled from the center.
Quasar grabs at her skull with no hands, desperately clawing at stained bone, digging at the cracks that decorate her head.
She's wiping at her face with her sweater sleeves. Thick globs of gloop clings to her cheeks, mixing with the endless stream of tears.
Her face is so itchy...
She's dripping all over the place, liquid DT immersed with stars burns the ground, staining it with its inky darkness.
Quasar doesn't seem bothered by it, though; she sniffs up a glob of it before spitting it out with unnatural precision.
She is now wearing a huge christmas hat on her head, looking quite pleased with it.
Though, she feels like she has been noticed by some other skeletons... ones close to other skeletons that do not like her! D:
She got the care package from her mom!!
It's filled with new clothes, food, books about space and earth, and a stuffed cat!!
Quasar squeals happily at the package, rocking back and forth as she hugged a cat-shaped plushie wearing a christmas hat.
Quasar was up to no good, as per usual for an independent teenage girl.
She was currently ripping out the throat of a boss monster, chewing on bloody sinew with no worries.
✱ little shit, even as a baby bones you piss me off.
It wasn't rational to hold so much animosity for an infant, but Quasar wasn't rational.
✱ Will you bounce if I throw you hard enough....?
Her smile splits,cracking apart bone into dark fissures of burning DT.
* Booooo
He whined, squirming as Quasar bounced him. He was a fussy baby for anyone that wasn’t Nightmare — and technically Killer if treater right — so she shouldn’t be offended!
✱ oh? so you can speak, but you're bad at it.
Quasar is grabbing two tendrils and just lifting Crescent up...bouncing him slightly.
✱ i'm not sure why you're small, but you screamed at me first!! 💢
* Noooooo-
He’s really excelling in his words lately, his first no! Quasar should feel lucky.
Crescent whines as his tentacles are slapped, trying to poke at his half sibling.
A slow, mischievous grin spreads across her face, splitting it apart with thick sludge.
✱ wow, look how small your tendrils are.
✱ little boy, little boooyyy
She's slapping them back with her boneless sleeves.
She's just staring at him, her own face stained with thick, inky black tears.
✱ oh please, don't scream at others and not expect to be screamed back at.
She lifts an arm and pushes Crescent over.