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Current Apologies to those I rp with; life is hectic at the moment and I'm trying to piece everything together. I'll respond when I can.

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From Beej? For the moment that is. And poor Lyds having to answer such a personal question after Beej explains. Thankfully it never happened to her or Beej would have slaughtered them before they had the chance.
Lydia was a little unsure about this guy but what other choice did she have? She gave Barbara and Adam one last look before following the doctor into the other room. She blushed darkly as Beetlejuice explained what the doctor meant by the question. "No. Just...ew." She said, making a face. She might just be thirteen but she knew exactly what Beetlejuice was talking about. Just the fact that the doctor even thought or implied that made her want to bathe in hand sanitizer.

"So, can you fix it? It's not broken, right?" She asked, starting to get anxious and a little claustrophobic.
Bwahahaha! XD He'd so do that. And Lyds unintentionally fucked up by letting slip on what languages she picked up.
"Sorry. It's just it was really hot and I wasn't expecting that. I also apologize because I have no filter. I...unfortunately picked it up from my captors." She said. It wasn't far from the truth, some of the guards and even Grey Man had dropped a few curses here and there.

"I could say it in another language if it bothers you. I know some Russian, Japanese, German, Italian, French, Spanish, and Romanian." She said before realizing what was just spoken. Her face clearly read, "Shit."
Lydia took the bag before opening it only to get smacked in the face with the scent of actual food. Not that crap they had been giving her in the past. Actual food. Her mouth watered as she took out a box and opened it to see the chicken nuggets inside. Huh, so that's what they looked like.

She picked one up,observing it for a moment before taking a bite out of it. She regretted it two seconds later, letting out a yelp as the fresh out of the fryer nugget burned her mouth. "Fucking shit!" She exclaimed, cursing for the first time in front of the two cinnamon rolls.
The therapist might just run out screaming because of the sudden demon appearing and need their own therapist. Lol. But in all seriousness, those two have major issues.
"I...uh...sure." Lydia replied, admittedly confused. The fuck is McDonald's? She thought to herself, giving Beetlejuice a quick confused look that clearly expressed her inner thoughts. She just hoped they didn't have that nasty shirt they called food.

Upon arriving, Lydia looked at the golden arches perched on top of the sign that proudly proclaimed the fast food restaurant. She felt overwhelmed upon seeing the different types of food they offered, knowing that the two softies couldn't have too much money. "I...I don't know what I want." She admitted after a line had formed behind the car.

"Could you guys pick something for me? Maybe double for later?" She asked, hating how fish out of water she felt right now. She figured when they weren't looking she could somehow sneak some to Beetlejuice.
All the trauma! It's going to take a lot of encouragement to get her to agree to see a therapist. Oh boy are they in for some messed up shit.
Lydia would have hit him had he been corporeal and had they been alone. "Delia. My name is Delia." She replied, giving them her mother's name. She hated lying to them, but it was to keep her and Beej safe from Grey Man.

"I'm sorry for breaking down back there, it's just...after everything that's happened to me I don't want to go back." She said before a loud growl came from the backseat. She was about to yell at Beetlejuice when she realized that it was her stomach. The last thing she had was that granola bar and who knows how many hours that had been.

"Do you mind if we get some food? They refused to feed me if w-I did something wrong." She said, almost slipping up on the pronouns.
Well to an extent they're not wrong. Abuse, neglect, cruel and unusual punishment, sending her to places where a child shouldn't be and occasionally seeing a demon slaughter people. Yeah.
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