mama bore a girl with a gun for a mouth
The suggestion of tossing eggs at people, frozen or not, didn’t go unnoticed – a catlike grin to match Aithne as she appeared alongside. “I like it. I’ll mull it over,” established with a wink, before Calypso made an appearance as well. Before long, they had a nice little group gathered, hardy and ready to face whatever the fuck occurred. “All right, I’m It first!” She bellowed – watching as everyone began to scatter.
It'd be difficult to deny that Melita was fast, but the muck was still going to be an issue. She raced first towards smaller kids, because no one was going to be taken lightly in this threshold, extending out her longer limbs and bopping them on the head. “Gotcha!” She sang, picking her feet up through the grime and racing towards Calypso thereafter, hoping to be within reach as used those long strides to aid her.
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Melita is It first! Help unfreeze the little kids she’s already tagged, impede her coming towards you, or find a way to make yourself not a target!
It'd be difficult to deny that Melita was fast, but the muck was still going to be an issue. She raced first towards smaller kids, because no one was going to be taken lightly in this threshold, extending out her longer limbs and bopping them on the head. “Gotcha!” She sang, picking her feet up through the grime and racing towards Calypso thereafter, hoping to be within reach as used those long strides to aid her.
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Melita is It first! Help unfreeze the little kids she’s already tagged, impede her coming towards you, or find a way to make yourself not a target!
Melita
of both beauty and battle cries
