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Should Bell have pulled from Lyn’s grasp at all, she would have immediately released her… though as it were, the feline girl merely scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Ya don’t have to trust me at all, girlie,” She informed her, releasing her grip on her as she spoke. She didn’t care if Bell took her offered help or not, she wasn’t about to stick around long enough to be anywhere near this place by the time the cops got there. She had heard the sirens before Bell did, her urgency in the actions to get away fueled by the subtle sounds her ears could pick up before most others. 

“Yeah yeah that’s what I thought,” Lyn mused, smirking just a touch before letting the sound of her chuckle die down, looking over at the girl with a raise of her brow. “Tha more you threaten me, girlie, the less inclined I am ta help you. Now, unless ya wanna be handed right over to the boys in blue, I suggest you get that stick outta your ass before you really piss me off,” she was already skating on thin ice. Lyn was honestly growing very tired of the tough chick act, and wasn’t likely to even think twice before she showed just how bad of an idea it was to piss her off. 

“I don’t have a stick up my ASS!” Bell stomped her foot, “I checked this morning!” her cheeks immediately flamed lavender as the words left her mouth. What the fuck had she just said? Why? Why would that come out of her mouth? ARGH! 

Making a horrible high pitched sound of frustration, the blue teen stamped her booted feet in a circle, arms flapping, “You! You! You have a tail! And I wasn’t threatening you but you’re very aggressive and that makes me VERY uncomfortable and I don’t want to see my dad today!”

Getting it all out of her system, Bell took off sprinting. She shouted over her shoulder, “And you’re not helping! We are escaping!”