“So, er. You wanna talk for once, or?”

Sal was slumped in a folding chair, she set up in Calypso’s room. Her arm draped over a leg as she slouched forward. Her usually bright eyes, staring, searching, accusingly.

It didn’t help that Calypso was just climbing into the room through the window, wearing baggy sweat clothes, with the hoodie not only up but obscuring most of her face, and oven mitts.

After feasting on the Jaw Monster’s legs together in the forest, Gale allowed Calypso to crash at her home. Not only that, let her loan spare clothes and helped her hide her growing hair, nails, and fangs. She was hoping to get all that under control, but this was going to be somehow worse.

“…To be fair,” Calypso began, slightly muffled due to the hood fastened tight around her mouth. “I don’t think you could hear me well with this on—”

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“Can hear ya’ loud and clear there, Kenny—” Sal spat, unamused. “Or ‘Kendra’, I guess.”

Calypso sighed against the fabric, also proving Sal’s point. She then completely climbed over the window plane, landing on her slipper-covered feet (which she also borrowed from Gale).

“Well then. What do you want to talk about…?”

Sal gestured, almost offended, towards her cousin, “Yer wearin’ mits for Christ’s sake--! You should be tellin’ me what’s goin’ on!”

Calypso’s eyelids hung low, under a mighty weight. “Worried about if I’ve finally lost it or not, got it.”

“It’s not just me, y’know… Ma and Paw are too, but they’re the ‘wait and see’ type. Tried to do that, tried to give the benefit of the doubt…”

Sal shot from her seat with balled fists, “But I ain’t anymore! I know you’ve been sneakin’ out at night, I know ya’ roamin’ around the town! So spill about the why!”

The monster girl was glad that her face was obscured, and her tone muffled, in this moment.