[ * Now, here’s the real funny thing. What Flaps is digging at looks like bone, works like bone, but isn’t actually bone. All that strain detaches Pathos’ skull from the rest of his body, summoned hands picking it up so he can watch his body turn to green mush and tattered clothes. ]
[ * A few familiar-looking butterflies crawl out of the green goop, fluttering about before lighting on Pathos’ skull, their eyes trained on the violence Flaps is committing. ]
[ * There’s more summoned hands where that came from, them picking up the bone club. You’re in for a ride now, sonny- ]
📝 [Ohhh. Ohhhh no. Bad????? Really bad,]
📝 [Flaps’ focus is ENTIRELY at ripping this mess to absolute shreds, currently. His wings are outstretched and flapping angrily, his tail thwacking at the floor – he’s even digging deep scratches into the floor itself by now in his attempts to demolish this thing.]
📝 [He MIGHT smack that floating skull with how wild his wings are going, but…. He might not, too. He’s not paying much attention to where the head went.]
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