mama bore a girl with a gun for a mouth
Melita shrugged, her insight not being very valuable on the front, though she couldn’t help but laugh, a light hiccup to follow, at her uncle’s indifference. At least he never seemed to care about what others thought of him – or catering to every demigod (ex or not, as it were)’s illustrious whims.
Her doodle had taken fine shape though, as she crammed one more portion of Rangoon and chicken combination into her mouth, brows furrowing as she studied the ridiculous piece of art. At Iskra’s behest though, she tilted her head, wondering if she had made the eyebrows too small. On the artistic hint, she nodded, taking all her concentration and effort into producing comical and hairy portions far larger than the model itself, giggling to herself until she slid it over for the Halovian to consider further.
The somber notions of Sunjata’s conversation didn’t leave too much in the wake of humor, but at the stillness, and lack of rumbling in her stomach now, she didn’t want to go too far into it again. “I think that’s fair though, given everything that happened. Maybe give each other some space and time, and then…” she shrugged. Talk it over? Figure things out? Break everything? Or leave it to where it was now?
Her doodle had taken fine shape though, as she crammed one more portion of Rangoon and chicken combination into her mouth, brows furrowing as she studied the ridiculous piece of art. At Iskra’s behest though, she tilted her head, wondering if she had made the eyebrows too small. On the artistic hint, she nodded, taking all her concentration and effort into producing comical and hairy portions far larger than the model itself, giggling to herself until she slid it over for the Halovian to consider further.
The somber notions of Sunjata’s conversation didn’t leave too much in the wake of humor, but at the stillness, and lack of rumbling in her stomach now, she didn’t want to go too far into it again. “I think that’s fair though, given everything that happened. Maybe give each other some space and time, and then…” she shrugged. Talk it over? Figure things out? Break everything? Or leave it to where it was now?
Melita
of both beauty and battle cries
