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

melita

and she recklessly plays with matches

She rolled her eyes, a playful nuance, to be expected when it came to the jocular points of their conversation. “Ooh yes,” was conveyed with avid agreement over stupefying and dim-witted decisions, hands going upwards, one finger outlining the stupidity in intangible qualities, as if drawing it from invisible ink amidst the stars ahead. “Ludo pretending to be Safrin would also be a contender.” It had to be better than some of the tattoos clustered together on him.

Striving to move away from pockets of Sah because all they did was further rile and irritate her, she listened to the sentiments of Vesper and Iskra’s rage instead, brow arching, before finally blowing a raspberry in a loud huff. “Yeah, but there are ways around that.” Plied by alcohol, she dropped the bottle on the edge of the hull and rounded her fingers to look like glasses in front of her eyes, glancing back at him to signify the goofy expression. “Could get some goggles or some shit to see through invisibility…maybe some gloves to grab hold of shadows…just gotta be creative.” It’d be oddly specific, but sometimes spite was like that. And who was she to defy his malice and pettiness – if not encourage it?

Humming under her breath, convinced they were brilliant ideas, she snagged at her bottle again, finishing off this portion too. “Anything else you have to do for your mom?”