Nova
Nova was always moving, bouncing, hopping, skipping her way through a plethora of activities like a squirrel darting from one tree to the next. She'd never seemed to run out of energy - until now. It wasn't that she felt any less motivated, but her body's endurance was becoming blatantly apparent in comparison to Deimos as he sped through his deliveries, which appeared to be part of his many things to do. "Looks. Boring."
Then he was speeding up.
Her eyes widened, indignant. "Hey!" There was offense in her huffing tone, another pout forming on her face as she stopped dead in her tracks, arms crossed. Nova might have a thick skull and thicker skin, but it was becoming very apparent that Deimos didn't much care for having her there, and she didn't like that feeling. There were plenty of other people who would appreciate her.
Then he was speeding up.
Her eyes widened, indignant. "Hey!" There was offense in her huffing tone, another pout forming on her face as she stopped dead in her tracks, arms crossed. Nova might have a thick skull and thicker skin, but it was becoming very apparent that Deimos didn't much care for having her there, and she didn't like that feeling. There were plenty of other people who would appreciate her.
Life is nothing
without a little chaos to make it interesting
without a little chaos to make it interesting
