[ Sharon lets out a noise of discontent, wrinkling her nose. She very clearly doesn’t agree with him, but she didn’t drag him out here to debate the morality of killing monsters. He can not kill them. She will.
Still, that’s not even why they’re out here—as fun as that would be.
She gestures ahead to a ramshackle shed, half-swallowed by the sand but still standing. There's already graffiti featuring a cartoonish-looking fox with x'd out eyes. ] Voila! [ She drops her bag at the base. Several cans of spray paint roll out. ]
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Still, that’s not even why they’re out here—as fun as that would be.
She gestures ahead to a ramshackle shed, half-swallowed by the sand but still standing. There's already graffiti featuring a cartoonish-looking fox with x'd out eyes. ] Voila! [ She drops her bag at the base. Several cans of spray paint roll out. ]