Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-31049256-20180125054916

(Doc, T) "Cuz T, I literally have ta try an stop stuff like that. As much as it hurts ya ta hunger, I hurt when I don't try an stop anybody from dyin, even if it's somebody like Armater!" Kittycut growls standing and moving in front of T, "Ya don't think I don't get how bad he is? Ya think I'd live an let 'im hurt ya, 'r Tommy, 'r Regi 'r tha gerls?!"

She throws her arms up, "Well guess what, I wouldn't! I'd be broken fer I let that happen, but it took all I could do ta take yer side when ya were bein just as hostile."

She then lets her arms drop, "An now ya come over herr, givin me a spiel bout how I'm in tha wrong cuz I was tryin ta keep anybuddy from dyin. Yer makin me put a hella lot a work inta us bein friends when yer willin ta throw it away in tha worst way like it's nothing!"

The stress of the situation, along with the impossible amount of alcohol she's taken in has worn Kittycut down. She covers her face and bawls like a ten year old.

Even her voice gains a more youthful edge to it, "It ain't fair T! I don't want ta lose yer friendship, yer my best friend, but ya must not care 'bout it if ya can toss it an threaten me with a mark an not even blink!"