mama bore a girl with a gun for a mouth
With both potential murder and a bounce house approved, the Honeybee took that as several wins, a little inward fist pump relegated to imagination only, but there in her heart just the same. “Of course,” she mentioned like it had been a thought at all (it hadn’t), before she proudly preened with a less-than-dignified grin, leaning further back against stone to let the remedies cure any other mulish, muscle discrepancies.
But Flora’s scrutinizing grin made her brow arch; mostly because she figured there were underlying inquiries lurking there. The Hot Take had always been fairly free and open with her life – and it depended entirely on Melita’s mood if she deigned to be much the same. When nothing else came though, she released a long breath like it’d been armor, snorting and nodding at implications. “Gods, it’s been ages.” Perhaps the last time she’d had a full length discussion with Remi had been after coloring dicks on his face with markers as he napped and Ronin supervised. “But it’s good to know he’d be all for it too.”
Barely knowing Enzo or Mateo (though she could absolutely see the latter going hog wild in the bounce house, based on how he’d thrown water balloons at random Stormbreak individuals), the information on the twins was enough to occupy her. With a bold laugh, she shook her head, suitably impressed by the mischief and antics of children she’d never met. “Good for them. I’m very proud,” as she put her hand over her heart; content that the cannon had stirred more into stupefying and demonic enterprises. Something she might’ve done at a tender age, had she ever been allowed access to weapons that early. “Your dads must be exhausted though.”
But Flora’s scrutinizing grin made her brow arch; mostly because she figured there were underlying inquiries lurking there. The Hot Take had always been fairly free and open with her life – and it depended entirely on Melita’s mood if she deigned to be much the same. When nothing else came though, she released a long breath like it’d been armor, snorting and nodding at implications. “Gods, it’s been ages.” Perhaps the last time she’d had a full length discussion with Remi had been after coloring dicks on his face with markers as he napped and Ronin supervised. “But it’s good to know he’d be all for it too.”
Barely knowing Enzo or Mateo (though she could absolutely see the latter going hog wild in the bounce house, based on how he’d thrown water balloons at random Stormbreak individuals), the information on the twins was enough to occupy her. With a bold laugh, she shook her head, suitably impressed by the mischief and antics of children she’d never met. “Good for them. I’m very proud,” as she put her hand over her heart; content that the cannon had stirred more into stupefying and demonic enterprises. Something she might’ve done at a tender age, had she ever been allowed access to weapons that early. “Your dads must be exhausted though.”
Melita
of both beauty and battle cries
