we write out the ends on our palms, then forget to read
You call it granual, Jack, until you have to hear Flora complain about it every time she gets on and off the Ark, at which point it's going to seem like the best idea in the entire world.
With a rather animated drop of her jaw, Flora grins at the captain, her fingertips wiggling inside of her mittens as she waits to see what the repercussions are going to be (and how best to avoid them). "Surprised you even know what a snowball is," she teases brightly, before shrieking and ducking away from the sudden onslaught of snowballs.
"Don't you dare!" The queen squeals, her mind a dazzling colourful explosion of chaos that mirrors the impromptu snowball fight around them. Tucking her chin defiantly down against her chest to block any of the cold from getting through, Flora wraps her arms around Jack to try and bulldoze him backward where hopefully a member of his crew might take pity on her and pelt Jack on her behalf.
With a rather animated drop of her jaw, Flora grins at the captain, her fingertips wiggling inside of her mittens as she waits to see what the repercussions are going to be (and how best to avoid them). "Surprised you even know what a snowball is," she teases brightly, before shrieking and ducking away from the sudden onslaught of snowballs.
"Don't you dare!" The queen squeals, her mind a dazzling colourful explosion of chaos that mirrors the impromptu snowball fight around them. Tucking her chin defiantly down against her chest to block any of the cold from getting through, Flora wraps her arms around Jack to try and bulldoze him backward where hopefully a member of his crew might take pity on her and pelt Jack on her behalf.
