A white, three-fingered hand takes hold of a doorknob, and turns it, opening the door, and exits a toilet closet in a ladies' restroom which features real toilet closets with real, lidded toilets. Jeannette looks about the same, only with three fingers per hand, two toes per foot, a devil tail, pointed ears, demonic yet rabbity teeth, and with blue irises that glow in very narrow eyes. In fact, she looks quite Asian in her morphology, but it's easily dismissible in favor of her coloring.
"Are you finished crying?" Raven asks.
"I wasn't crying."
"Well, you've got your father all worked up in stress central," Raven opens the door, showing Azazel sitting in a facepalm, with one of his ankles raised to his other kneecap, the raised leg's knee bouncing.
Jeannette briefly furrows her eyebrows with attitude, then goes to the sink, and starts washing her hands.
Raven carefully cuts a plastic ziptie off Jeannette's tail base, "Let's hope it doesn't scar."
"What?"
It strikes fiercely, making her eyes widen. The pins and needles through her tail as the feeling enters it that had been lost before she even can remember. She struggles to fling her tail into her still wet hands, then clings to it awkwardly. Jeannette lets out a whimper at the unbearable experience. Her face squinches, but she's too dry to cry.
Post Time: 11:26 AM - 10/7/2021
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