She tries to get herself to sit still. She's been seeing into the future for decades, centuries even, meditated countless times, all without twitching so much as a little finger and now she can't stop herself. She scrambles upright, swaying back and forth.
The expression on her face is rather sour, however, despite the rather elegant and dexterous dance she finds herself falling into.
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The expression on her face is rather sour, however, despite the rather elegant and dexterous dance she finds herself falling into.
"What did you just call me, ape?"