I've done nothing wrong
Except for all the atrocities
Except for all the atrocities
Melita blinked once or twice, stunned by the omission. Perhaps food hadn’t been amongst the grand topics, and understandably so, given the whole big, big wedding aspects they were going for, but with so many people, and the likelihood of hangry setting it, it might’ve been wise to place it amongst the list. But then she was distracted by the notion of a ‘party skyship’, mouth rounding into a gigantic grin. “Oooooh, now you’re talking,” and then they could all pre-tailgate the event.
As the discussion turned to fashion though, her head tilted, brow arching, eyes narrowing, as if scrutinizing him for brain cells. “What the fuck are you on about?” She could do whatever she wanted with whatever clothes she purchased, thanks, and given the way she lived, she wasn’t about to have some dumbass fashion police extort her for more money because of seasonal trends. “Sounds like some convoluted bullshit to me.” Robbery, practically. Maybe she’d be able to pick something up in a clearance rack then.
Ignoring him shouting over the waves about something or other, she feigned a yawn, then dove underneath to further secure portions and lines. Tugging at a few ropes to ensure they were actually in place and anchored, she returned to the surface to hear him shouting out some other nonsense. Not unlike siblings squabbling and purposefully provoking one another, she drew in a sharpened breath, trying to gauge the best way to piss him off equally in return (no, he probably wouldn’t be helping her get those shorts). “You know, I kept praising Flora for finding someone like you, but now I’m not so sure…,” flipping her hair over her shoulder, nose rising higher into the air. “If you’re going to be looking for other couples on the beach."
Thereafter though came the other measurements. “Eh, we could go back to shore,” they weren’t terribly far out. She could lend him her anklet, but given the last thing he’d uttered, she didn’t want to. “Or I can just drag it out and we can estimate.”
As the discussion turned to fashion though, her head tilted, brow arching, eyes narrowing, as if scrutinizing him for brain cells. “What the fuck are you on about?” She could do whatever she wanted with whatever clothes she purchased, thanks, and given the way she lived, she wasn’t about to have some dumbass fashion police extort her for more money because of seasonal trends. “Sounds like some convoluted bullshit to me.” Robbery, practically. Maybe she’d be able to pick something up in a clearance rack then.
Ignoring him shouting over the waves about something or other, she feigned a yawn, then dove underneath to further secure portions and lines. Tugging at a few ropes to ensure they were actually in place and anchored, she returned to the surface to hear him shouting out some other nonsense. Not unlike siblings squabbling and purposefully provoking one another, she drew in a sharpened breath, trying to gauge the best way to piss him off equally in return (no, he probably wouldn’t be helping her get those shorts). “You know, I kept praising Flora for finding someone like you, but now I’m not so sure…,” flipping her hair over her shoulder, nose rising higher into the air. “If you’re going to be looking for other couples on the beach."
Thereafter though came the other measurements. “Eh, we could go back to shore,” they weren’t terribly far out. She could lend him her anklet, but given the last thing he’d uttered, she didn’t want to. “Or I can just drag it out and we can estimate.”
the honeybee
Besides that
I'm innocent
I'm innocent
