Oh no, I'll make some charms with those feathers and bones.
[ Wicked laughter. ]
Sell it to the witchy bitches I drink with at the Resurrection Day Market.
[ An occult market, held in a bar, obscenely early on the last Sunday of the month. While no measure of an actual occultist, Pitou had access to materials and the knowhow to wield them in ways those types liked, and Pitou liked playing dress up with them, liked their morbid jokes, and the bitchy attitudes that pervaded the witchy feminist circles. ]
no subject
[ Wicked laughter. ]
Sell it to the witchy bitches I drink with at the Resurrection Day Market.
[ An occult market, held in a bar, obscenely early on the last Sunday of the month. While no measure of an actual occultist, Pitou had access to materials and the knowhow to wield them in ways those types liked, and Pitou liked playing dress up with them, liked their morbid jokes, and the bitchy attitudes that pervaded the witchy feminist circles. ]