MELITA
“Mm, you do talk a good game,” she grinned, head already tilting into some obvious plotting measures. Though he’d negated the potential of the great extreme sledding idea, Melita wasn’t without her constant impulsive scheming. “And I can’t tell you – that’d ruin the surprise.” Was it because she didn’t know yet? Of course – but it didn’t mean there wouldn’t be something around the bend (and she didn’t really want him to shoot down another dangerous notion just because). “What if I let you use the cannons, hm?” as a way of distraction; though she really did have to improve the distance on those…The wayward jumble of thoughts didn’t really matter in the end though, because they were on other topics – like dates and pasta and picnics. Her brows furrowed while she listened to the floated potentials, wondering if they’d suffer under the boring state of Stormbreak (stuffy as always, and she could nearly picture a series of forks to be used that she’d stab something with). But rather than immediately disregard it, her eyes widened the moment ‘treasure hunts’ were offered. “Oooooh,” came on a glorified gasp, twining her hands further across his shoulders while she maneuvered around and contemplated. “We should totally do that. I haven’t been to the Peepholes in ages.”
At the way his voice dropped though, her eyes did too, watching him from her gilded gaze, as if prying through and striving to see what had disturbed. “Then we should go,” she ascertained with a nod, as if that solidified and sealed the deal, wondering if she’d have to drag him out of somewhere again. “Save Stormbreak for second though.”
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
