melita
The explanation didn’t make it any less weird in Melita’s eyes – and they narrowed in speculation, facial expression twisting and turning into disbelief, then confusion, before settling on a flat affect. She struggled picturing it, but certainly wasn't going to ask for anymore visual input. “Huh. Well, all right.” Shrugging her shoulders and shaking her head, and still pondering over Frey’s compunction for some bizarre shit, Melita marched on, swinging around the kiosk to peruse more of the fabric, before opting out. “Tell me what she says, anyway,” with a light wave of her hand, as if everything was going to be simplistic. And perhaps it would be – she could see Ru beelining into the notions without a second thought.
Not much for calculations, this family.
salvation doesn't look like light
