( pearl watches it all with a placid kind of interest, head tilted and expression neutral, but her eyes laser focused on that gore. she has this itch sometimes — some destructive impulse she can't fight or bat away with a stick. it's what led her to strangling poor mr. goose in the first place, and what keeps her from cringing away from the bloody violence this lady enacts, simply because it feels like she might've done it too, if she had the thought.
in fact, pearl just steps closer, watching her eat. )
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in fact, pearl just steps closer, watching her eat. )
Is it tasty?