don't want to die without any scars

The man, instead of politely refusing or sharing -- was it really that hard? -- snarled and turned around to face her with lips peeled back. He looked like a mangy rat. Did he have rabies or something? She didn't even want his probably nasty and diseased food anyway, but there was no need for him to be so rude about it. They could have a damn conversation.

Morgawr said so, in her most prim and proper tone, knowing full well that it would only piss him off more but having too much pride to back down now: "I was only asking. There was no need to snap about it." Her eyes narrowed.

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