[ she wordlessly switches to video; here is kanaya sitting on a park bench, sans horns and with dark brown skin she's wearing a familiar pair of cracked sunglasses and covered in a peculiar purple splatter
maintaining her silence, she brings up a finger to wipe some of this purple gunk off her cheek and then sticks it in her mouth and tastes it it tastes salty and not at all appealing in her human form, but she is not about to ruin this marvelous moment of intimidation by letting eridan see that on her face ]
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here is kanaya sitting on a park bench, sans horns and with dark brown skin
she's wearing a familiar pair of cracked sunglasses and covered in a peculiar purple splatter
maintaining her silence, she brings up a finger to wipe some of this purple gunk off her cheek and then sticks it in her mouth and tastes it
it tastes salty and not at all appealing in her human form, but she is not about to ruin this marvelous moment of intimidation by letting eridan see that on her face ]