girls can be dangerous and still win
Paying for her bell, she sighed, nose wrinkling to petulant degrees. She wasn’t used to being the bearer of ill fortune and news; much more apt to read about it herself on boards, snag it from someone else, or simply be indifferent, blasting away monsters and bullshit when the time came. Suddenly having responsibility hadn’t wholly encompassed her before – Ludo didn’t want serious proportions and Melita had been happy and content to oblige. “Ugh. What would I even write then? Dear leaders, saw some weird shit in the Peepholes. Bad dream. Could be something. Could be nothing,” a shrug burdened through her shoulders and rippled along the muscles, feeling bristled and haughty all at once.
At least discussion of cannons could be better news – mostly because she could do one of her favorite things (destroying). “Sure. I imagine it’ll be more of the same,” as she made ‘pew pew pew’ signs with her fingers.
At least discussion of cannons could be better news – mostly because she could do one of her favorite things (destroying). “Sure. I imagine it’ll be more of the same,” as she made ‘pew pew pew’ signs with her fingers.
Melita
she knew exactly what she was doing when she invited the wild in
