No Go

Deathbelle's soft voice reached reached Toxicity's ears and they pivoted in her direction. The young girl held herself back a moment longer before relinquishing herself to join by her mother's side.

"Yes?" she said as if simply responding to her mother's inquiry. "How are you doing today?"

Toxicity leaned up on her toes to talk to her mother, a soft- although somewhat forced- smile on her dainty maw. Maybe her mother would play along. Maybe, just for a few moments they could pretend to be normal and have a regular conversation instead of the fragmented pieces they so often felt like.