Craftly spits out some of his drink as Omega stabs herself in the throat, quickly grabbing a napkin offered to him by the bartender. He dabs at his mouth to get rid of the spilled alcohol, as if there weren't splatters of blood all over his front as Omega proceeds to slide off the bar stool.
And as she dies, the last thing she hears may be this:]
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That sure did just happen.
Craftly spits out some of his drink as Omega stabs herself in the throat, quickly grabbing a napkin offered to him by the bartender. He dabs at his mouth to get rid of the spilled alcohol, as if there weren't splatters of blood all over his front as Omega proceeds to slide off the bar stool.
And as she dies, the last thing she hears may be this:]
My! How pointlessly dramatic.
[Rude as fuck, Craftly.]