If she had knew she would come across this filthy thing on her way home, she’d at least tidy herself up a little. But it didn’t matter, anything to see the pig agitated, which the blonde currently was right now.
Oh, if only the other had seen her home. It was quite messy, she’d admit, the floor scattered with fries and other contents. She had been surprised that no pests or rats had invaded the small space she called a house yet.
"A sight of your face makes me want to puke all my guts out."
"Ah? You should clean yourself up afterward; I’m sure your Ronald dearest wouldn’t want to see his lady all dressed in vomit.” It is a sore spot. She does not know why, or how, but the mere addressing of the clown that the other so adores makes the blonde rather nauseous herself. Perhaps it is his demeanor, all the children he had led astray with promises of sweet candies and gentle lullabies.
Yet, she is just another victim.
How very amusing indeed.