A little bit of poison never hurt anyone || Poison making

[Casphian]

You'll never takes us alive
We swore that death will do us part

She paid no attention when the other woman entered her home, a soft hum slipping past her muzzle as she had gone back to work. An ear flicked when the other spoke, Clove's gaze finally lifting and drifting over to her. "Sure, it's not necessary but if you'd like I won't stop you," she mused, turning her attention back  to what the jaglion had been doing. Clove decided to put the poisons down for the time being, waiting to see what the other would do before deciding if she would continue to work or not.
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You'll never takes us alive!

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