She then looks down at the writhing god and smiles, more than satisfied with the results of her attack.
"You're getting off lightly with that," she comments.
"So think yourself lucky."
Color is already returning to her face, and she seems to be entering that state of Zen-like calm that often occurs after her more frenzied acts of violence. Such acts work cathartic wonders for her, even if they're not too constructive for the victims.
"...It's okay, sweetie," she then coos to her daughter, who has just pushed the door open in order to investigate the ruckus. Worried little eyes are trying to comprehend the scene. "Daddy just tripped. He's such a klutz sometimes."
Smiling with reassuring brightness, Goldy steps over the man in question and crouches down in front of her little girl.
"He's just pretending to be in agonizing pain. He's fine really."
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Date: 2008-02-22 08:06 pm (UTC)She then looks down at the writhing god and smiles, more than satisfied with the results of her attack.
"You're getting off lightly with that," she comments.
"So think yourself lucky."
Color is already returning to her face, and she seems to be entering that state of Zen-like calm that often occurs after her more frenzied acts of violence. Such acts work cathartic wonders for her, even if they're not too constructive for the victims.
"...It's okay, sweetie," she then coos to her daughter, who has just pushed the door open in order to investigate the ruckus. Worried little eyes are trying to comprehend the scene. "Daddy just tripped. He's such a klutz sometimes."
Smiling with reassuring brightness, Goldy steps over the man in question and crouches down in front of her little girl.
"He's just pretending to be in agonizing pain. He's fine really."