Nova
Here's to alcohol,
There's a lot going on - and Nova notices about fifteen percent of it. She's very invested in Colt and Thorn agreeing to blow things up with her, completely oblivious to the giant man turning into a giant beast, or Jack throwing his shoes in the fire, or Vesper losing his drink, or Flora and Kaisel on the run. In the morning, she'll be heartbroken to know she missed so much, but for now, she has her own strange happenings, watching as the beginnings of a fight turn into Colt kissing another woman.
Nova sips on the drink she'd snagged, figuring if she looked from another angle, it might make sense. "Hm. I thought she liked Vespy?" And she didn't think people kissed people they didn't like. It's said more to herself than Thorn, but she still shrugs her shoulders, dismissing the confusion like she'll only worry about it if he tells her to.
Plus, it doesn't last long before Colt is booking it out of the party faster than Nova can pout her disappointment.
But then her attention is being diverted back to the real excitement, the explosives still clutched in her fingers, just begging to be lit with or without the rancher.
Bouncing, she beams at the newcomer, eyes brighter than a fleet of shooting stars. "We're gonna shoot fireworks! Wanna come?!"
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Nova is with Hawthorn and Thalassa.
Nova sips on the drink she'd snagged, figuring if she looked from another angle, it might make sense. "Hm. I thought she liked Vespy?" And she didn't think people kissed people they didn't like. It's said more to herself than Thorn, but she still shrugs her shoulders, dismissing the confusion like she'll only worry about it if he tells her to.
Plus, it doesn't last long before Colt is booking it out of the party faster than Nova can pout her disappointment.
But then her attention is being diverted back to the real excitement, the explosives still clutched in her fingers, just begging to be lit with or without the rancher.
Bouncing, she beams at the newcomer, eyes brighter than a fleet of shooting stars. "We're gonna shoot fireworks! Wanna come?!"
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Nova is with Hawthorn and Thalassa.
the rose-colored glasses of life.
