Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God Yays she muttered taking the t-shirt and scowling at it's garish pattern. She shuddered, and shook her head, why me she took a deep breath and pulled it over her head, smelling the slightly plasticy smell from...something, she felt it shrink around her smallish frame and sort of framing her curves. She still hated it. Thanks she smiled at him, sensing how he didn't want to be here either before heading through, as soon as this day was over THIS was going in the bin. After she'd set fire to it though
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