Jenna: *chatters her teeth as a warning. Meanwhile, all her muscles bunch together and tense up, as if she is preparing to attack something* ~I don’t feel “clogged up”.~ *growls* ~Seph, get up here!!~
Desiree: *rolls her eyes. She then moves to grip onto Seph’s arm* Father, you don’t need to be the one to wash them. I’ll handle it. Go to mother. She might hurt Zach.. he’s with her, remember?