where's the truth in that?

MELITA

Considering Melita’s occupation as a smuggler for years under Jack’s employ, most would probably label her (correctly) as simply not giving a fuck. Survival was survival in her book, and sometimes it took a lot more than others were even aware of. “Oh. Well, let me know if you need more finders.” She gave a casual shrug, and then a corresponding smirk, satisfied with the notions of abominations and secrecy and being an outright shit for no real reason at all.

Then there was the matter of distracting Flora. The second iteration of lightning seemed to dispel some focus, and the Honeybee would’ve kept right on snickering – save for the bout of chaos saved just for her. Instead of sparks and abominations for the third time…she ended up punching herself directly in the upper arm. A hiss of disapproval was met with a faint muttering of ‘why is that a thing’, but she doubted that was going to muster Flora out of her focus.

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