considering haven

[mulligrubs]

No, please stop it! You're hurting my cheeks and they're going to get all red again, and I don't think I can deal with that right now!

[Crona gets a whack on the head for complaining by a white fist.]

Shut your whining, you little brat! I'm bored doing nothing. You better find something for us to do, or I'll noogie you so hard your hair falls out. Got that!

Please don't do that, then I'll be bald. If I'm bald then all the girls will look at me and laugh, and I might get sunburn on the top of my head. I can't deal with sunburn on the top of my head!

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[mulligrubs]

Oh dear, I don't think you should have said that, now he's going to get angry at both of us...

[Crona's words are mumbled and not really directed at Clem. Ragnarok's, however, most certainly are.]

Piss off, you little shrimp. You're not even worth my time.

[walkietalkie]

You're just a bully, and the only thing bullies are good for is being ignored. [ She's crossing her arms now, stubbornly. Time to talk to Crona and not the big meanie. ]

I really hope you don't go bald. ...But it's okay if you do, because see? My hair makes me look like a boy. [ She pulls her hair-ties out to demonstrate--somehow, the two little pigtails hid quite how short the hair actually is. ]

[mulligrubs]

[This little extension of comfort has Crona's eyes widening in surprise and hope. What's the right thing to say here? This situation was one that was unfamiliar and the last thing Crona wanted to do was offend this girl!]

I-I think it's pretty.

[walkietalkie]

It's okay. I know what it looks like. [ No need to lie on her behalf, Crona.

Then, thoughtfully, as she ties her hair back together: ] You could wear a hat, too. That way you won't get sunburned.