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ರೃ Lucinda: I will not take you up. I will give you this in exchange.
Lucinda digs through her red satchel; she takes out a small, pyramid-shaped white perfume with a violet pyramid-shaped cap. She gently grabs Patchwing and places it inside its open ribcage, all red inside, then holds it in place using some of her hair as strings under Lifa’s beady eyes- but then Lucinda aims Patchwing at Lifa.
ರೃ Lucinda: Try to reach the button with your good leg.
Lifa: Uh? What is aaaH-aaAAH!!
The spray coming from the violet cap of the perfume hit Lifa in the face twice, driving two girlish screams from her.
Patchwing: Lucinda, it works. Lifa has been defeated.
ರೃ Lucinda: You can now defend yourself from your master by making her smell well.
Lifa: Oh my god was all of that just for that joke?!
…that’s a motherfucking “Les Larmes Sacrées de Thebes by Baccarat” in that crow. One of those is like six thousand dollars, and now that one is inside a dead bird that is most likely roadkill that Lifa smuggled from a trip to Japan out of pity and some madness. This could be interpreted in so, so many ways.
ರೃ Lucinda: I will be waiting for that shiny coin.
Patchwing: It will be yours.
