β across as their body changes shape to reveal an identical copy of Entrapta.
βHowβs this?β They ask in an imitation of Entraptaβs voice. βBetter? Worse?β
Itβs not often they have a willing subject. Might as well take advantage.
βIs that any way to greet an old friend, kitten?β
Leaning back toward the exit now.
β with a thoughtful expression β specifically her hair.
They sigh.
βMaybe you have a point...β Slowly, they begin to circle the scientist, examining her closely. Coming to a stop in front of her again, thereβs a brief moment where their form turns black, glittering specks of their magic dancing β
