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[Not if she had had anything to say about it. She'd already told him to keep his claws off her. Her lips curled and she felt the heat rising, but remembered that Sollux had a gift for being an ass whenever he was talking, even if he was in a good mood.]

I actually liked her, whether you believe it or not. But that doesn't matter. He'll probably see this, and I'm not ... what did he call it? I'm not his moirail.

Just don't kill him. He's mine.

I'm just sorry yours is gone.

[She was, however, going to watch this thread like a creepy little stalkery hawk, Sollux. Then again, he probably knew that.]