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[spacebus]

[his head whips around, the tendrils on his head splayed out like he's been dragged through a hedge backwards. irritation and lack of control over the new anatomy more than a wild state of mind, though.]

No. Go away.

[short and clipped, in quintessa's refined echoed timbre.

...why does he feel like this guy isn't actually going to go away?]