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Agatha was now kneeling down and basically had her head under a sofa when Cutty 'greeted' her. Narrowing her eyes, the girl lifted her head and glared at him. If only she had fully understood what he said, she would've probably be really mad. Although she hadn't understood him completely, she knew what he meant by her humanity not being existent. "Rude." She said shortly, not being fully bothered by it because he was Cutty after all. Agatha was used to him being a tad weird. She flipped her hair to show she was NOT BOTHERED and got up.
The ballerina took a good look at him from where she was. He was lying there and she was standing, which made her feel quite superior and she liked it. Her perfect posture helped even more and she blatantly ignored his next question. "You look disgusting." She said, making a face. That might or might not be her way of asking what was wrong with him. Probably not. It was a fact. He looked disgustingly sick.
Cutty took that 'Rude' as her returned greeting and considered the work of formalities between them done for the day. Efficiency, friends. Efficiency. Her hair flipped and the glint from the greenish lights above caught and warped in the movement. Agatha Hapgood was feeling rather good about herself right now and by that he meant she wasn't. Cutty never could fully buy the hoity-toity act. In fact, he thought he had evidence toward the contrary.
A small laugh. Only the muted first note of a chuckle barely escaping his mouth before he spoke again. "
It's because I'm sick. Andrews put something in her potion or didn't store it at the right temperature or something." He leaned his head against the snake cage sleepily. "
Dance for me, Happygoody."