>>20847205>>20872767>[A few seconds of silence.]Then the Cactus writhes and wriggles and twitches and snaps back to attention, her gaze affixing to the girl in front of her. For the briefest second, Cactus' eyes narrow, and she does not hide a deep sniff.
On all fours, she crawls around the floor at Coco's feet, smelling one shoe, then a knee, then the familiar looking flannel-pattern skirt. Grabbing one of Coco's hands, Cactus spreads the fingers wide, starting at each of them one at a time before dismissively throwing it back to Coco's side. Rising to her full height -- significantly taller than the redhead -- Cactus lets a single twintail weave through her fingers, her face locked somewhere between awe, disgust, confusion, shock and hunger. Falling to a hunched crawl, Cactus moves back, placing herself against the wooden shelving. Muttering to herself, she appears to be deep in debate.
For several moments Cactus goes to speak, but stops herself. Something is leaking out of her nose, presumably due to the fall from the pallets, but it does not seem to be much of a bother. Cactus knows this girl. The hair. The subtle scent of the clothing. The eyes. Those... eeeeyyysesss. The eyes of...
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