[PQ] [RQ] in a town made of quicksand

MELITA

Melita’s entire face was plastered into a frown the moment Jack started using rationality and sense. Sure, they might make a fuckton of noise, but at least it’d be fun. With a huff and a sigh they all seemed to be resigned to listen to the adultier adult, and she rolled her eyes in Flora’s direction. “Boooooo,” and she gave a thumbs down in mild protest.

Otherwise though, she hastened to directions (because it was clear that without them she’d just as soon set shoot or set something on fire) – staring for a half a moment at Frey and all their spectacle, watching as the stones were tossed and captured by seabirds or fish. “Neat,” because it was. Battening down whatever hatches needed to be in order thereafter, the smuggler found herself a nice little barrel and waited for the next stony opportunity.

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Melita pouts and helps around the ship.

help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts