Eʀɪᴄᴀ 𝕾𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗

. . . . .

Yeah... She's probably the smell...

Why do people flirt with her? She's...

Eugh.

She needs a shower. She smells like death.

That would probably be for the best.

Well she wasn't exactly being serious...

Oh-

"Hm? Oh. Yeah. It's not mine."

< The very definition of sexy

< Covered in blood

I kill monsters for a living. This is too much.

You're right. A nuthouse would be better.

That's why I said you need a therapist.

Kid, you need a therapist. Maybe a nuthouse.

Cut what out?

Oh yeah, no. I'm not licensed.

Scooping up the pupper. Bath time!

This is way above my pay grade.

Kid... Kid, you need help. Licensed help.

I fucking hate it here.

. . . .

Holds it, I guess?

Heck yeah! Free shower!

She's gonna go do that.

Giving Danny a little head kiss first.

Ah yes. The hugs.

While she's covered in monster blood-

Gramps.

//goes feral my bABY

🥺

She's just dropping a fancy little cupcake in @uncannyspiderman.bsky.social's lap. In a container, of course.

Mmhm. Keep holding onto that hope.

Imagine being able to focus on romance instead of survival.