[What the actual fuck. That's...urgh. Norma feels her stomach flip-flop uncomfortably and has to swallow back the sickness that rises up in her throat. She only lasts a few seconds at best, before she has to look away. The sight was honestly making her sick, for many reasons. What...what happened to him? What did they do?!
No.
When will it end is what she really wants to know. Because this isn't the Marco she knows, and Norma just feels her anger bubble over past the point of her already frayed tolerance level. Her fists shake as she holds her journal, finfers unwitting glowing red hot at their tips. If she's not careful, that journal's going to go up in flames. Man, she really, really needs to hit something. Battle dome after this, if she can last that long. Definitely.]
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No.
When will it end is what she really wants to know. Because this isn't the Marco she knows, and Norma just feels her anger bubble over past the point of her already frayed tolerance level. Her fists shake as she holds her journal, finfers unwitting glowing red hot at their tips. If she's not careful, that journal's going to go up in flames. Man, she really, really needs to hit something. Battle dome after this, if she can last that long. Definitely.]