Jennah: *Sighs* Well, I never forced the clothes onto you. I always gave you the chance to object and pick out your own clothing.. You just never took on my invitations when you were younger. *looks around the town* So, you want to find a dresser to lug along in sub-space? I suppose there’s bound to be someplace we can swipe one from around here.. *crosses her arms and continues to look at the city, thinking*
Jenna: *grips onto the arm that Zack stabbed the needle into, rubbing it and frowning then snorts as he deposits the needle into the trash* Then take the trash bin with you. Now, go. *spreads her wings in irritation, the fact that her once broken wing is no longer in the sling should be quite obvious now* Or, I may allow for Seph to follow through with his thoughts of maiming you for this interruption.