mama bore a girl with a gun for a mouth
Given how close she was to actually becoming a ghost, Melita didn’t let it simmer too long in her mind. Leaning more into the stupidity of the conversation, she huffed, enough to ensure the breath billowed back into his face. “Oh? Are you bored now?” A a dangerous provocation to dangle in front of a demigod of Ludo. Or Melita, in general.
Sipping at her mug while already contorting a whole series of plots, she still permitted the lean against her, brow arching at the inquiry. “I did do a duck duck goose round, but one of them was just a moody brat the whole time.” Which really took the fun out of it. She considered his other suggestions – pie eating contests could present a lot of shenanigans just in general, and musical chairs could become violent just on principle alone…
Though her grin became much more feral at the other prospects spinning through her mind. “What about an extreme sledding kind of event? We all start at the top of a hill and beat the shit out of each other on the way down.” And whoever could make it through the finish line without sent to an infirmary won.
Sipping at her mug while already contorting a whole series of plots, she still permitted the lean against her, brow arching at the inquiry. “I did do a duck duck goose round, but one of them was just a moody brat the whole time.” Which really took the fun out of it. She considered his other suggestions – pie eating contests could present a lot of shenanigans just in general, and musical chairs could become violent just on principle alone…
Though her grin became much more feral at the other prospects spinning through her mind. “What about an extreme sledding kind of event? We all start at the top of a hill and beat the shit out of each other on the way down.” And whoever could make it through the finish line without sent to an infirmary won.
Melita
of both beauty and battle cries
