Dialoglog

NEPETA: :33 < *ac pawses a moment and nods knowingly with a couple of smug grins on her face*

NEPETA: :33 < *she doesnt understand why we are doing this!

NEPETA: :33 < but i still f33l bad about bugging you about it or anything

NEPETA: :33 < now imagine instead of being made of wiggly enticing stuff, its made of wiggly enticing stuff, its made of wiggly enticing stuff, its made of what lets you exist