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The Honeybee shrugged, content with the answer of both non-fetching moments and Ancient prowess. ”Sounds good. Just as long as they don’t do dumb shit like Noah.” Presuming Flora had heard of the incredibly bizarre and stupid roaring incident. Perhaps Mel was still a little cross with the whole thing, what with recent dying and all that entailed.
She smirked in response. Ordinarily, she wouldn’t have been bothered by someone trying to get a leg up in survival and fortune: but with the world at stake, they didn’t really have time to be dicks about all of it. So she splashed at the water a little, sauntering in without a second thought. ”Hopefully we won’t have to wait long, anyway.”
salvation doesn't look like light
