Winifred hummed. "Yeah, she's right," she stated, "I'd hunt you down if you ruined one of my shirt, too." Winifred shrugged nonchalantly, thinking nothing of her threats. Izzy said them all the time, after all. "So don't ruin my shirt. I like my shirts. They're cozy." That was the end of that. Small talk and basic human interaction was something yet to be developed in Winifred's brain. She didn't want it, anyways.
"But she doesn't hate you. You'd know if she hates you. She just... has a weird vocabulary." Winifred squinted and repeated the last word several times, messing it up quite a bit. "Vo-cab-u-lary. Yeah. I learned that word a few days ago. It means the words someone uses, I think."
Astrid awkwardly scratched her look, glancing at both Izzy and Sage. "Well, alright then. Who wants to go up to him, then? He kinda scares me... I don't like how serious he is."
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