Pluck

“Hm?” Yellow inquired, eyebrows arched high.

“She told me to #pluck my chin hair before I considered talking to her.”

“Ah.” He glared at the woman, cringing at the other end of the attic. “Ey, lotsa lady werewolves have-“

“Who cares? We got dinner. Skin and clean it.”

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