Ah yes, fears.
Kurt fears anything with more than four legs or sometimes no appendages. Though he keeps a good lid on it and would casually nope away.Â
Then I turned him into Kath.Â
And she will lose her shit seeing one. The big ones arent as scary as the really tiny ones that make disappearing acts and causes her to abandon her room for periods of time, under the guise of some phantom 'task' she was given.
How does she cope with it? She doesn't. She wont even touch it with her axe, preferring the safety of her carbine.
No one's seen her lose her shit...yet.
Cured? Her fear is not a disease. That cockroach is a disease and bullets are the cure.
"Oh hey...a...spider...and another one.......I should probably write a fake venture request on my bell and put oh...malms between me and my room. I'm sure the rest'd understand."
Kurt fears anything with more than four legs or sometimes no appendages. Though he keeps a good lid on it and would casually nope away.Â
Then I turned him into Kath.Â
And she will lose her shit seeing one. The big ones arent as scary as the really tiny ones that make disappearing acts and causes her to abandon her room for periods of time, under the guise of some phantom 'task' she was given.
How does she cope with it? She doesn't. She wont even touch it with her axe, preferring the safety of her carbine.
No one's seen her lose her shit...yet.
Cured? Her fear is not a disease. That cockroach is a disease and bullets are the cure.
"Oh hey...a...spider...and another one.......I should probably write a fake venture request on my bell and put oh...malms between me and my room. I'm sure the rest'd understand."