[SE] If I hit the bottom will I break?

melita

and she recklessly plays with matches

“I meaaaan if you really craved some Safrin ones, they’re available too.” And Frey, but it was mostly just penises. She grinned, surveying the choices with an arch to her brow, and then barely stifled laughter, as he marched off to make his purchases.

The Honeybee kept perusing in the meantime, eyeballing several sea monster depicted shirts, wondering if one of them had been specifically drawn out as Remi in kraken form, before Iskra reappeared in all his pale glory. Her eyes instantly went to the very pale legs, and she blew her cheeks outwards in a low, slow breath. “Sure,” was unconvincing, even as she gave him multiple and thorough glances. “But you’re gonna need some sunscreen,” which was typical for her too – what with the occasional ginger features – but years spent in Torchline had conditioned her to a somewhat decent and constant tan. Years in Halo had meant Iskra resembled the ivory bouts of the Tundra.

Hauling it out of her bag, she handed it over as they made their way out of the store. “Did you want anything else?” Before the inevitable, she supposed.