mama bore a girl with a gun for a mouth
The grin was a reflection of her own – and to be fair, Melita would rather see Remi happy and ridiculous, raccoon or not, because he’d had enough hardships in life to warrant any blissful moments. Surely the good had to outweigh the bad by now, or there’d been some accumulated efforts in all the years passed.
“Listen, it was only a matter of time,” she hinted with the same sort of wicked smile, before someone got to it and made “ill-use” of said weapon anyway. While Melita might not have considered it dangerous, hordes of others would probably be disapproving (and for that, fuck ‘em).
Melita’s lack of experience with anything remotely baby came to call as her eyes narrowed. “Huh. I suppose once they’re mobile it's…worse?” Infants always seemed a bit needy and helpless to her – and then, recalling how she was ….could confirm it was indeed “worse.” “I’ll find them later then,” as a little treat.
Stretching and finding her muscles no longer taut or painful, she floated along towards the edge, considering practicalities, and then what on earth the men had gotten up to. “Should we start heading back?”
“Listen, it was only a matter of time,” she hinted with the same sort of wicked smile, before someone got to it and made “ill-use” of said weapon anyway. While Melita might not have considered it dangerous, hordes of others would probably be disapproving (and for that, fuck ‘em).
Melita’s lack of experience with anything remotely baby came to call as her eyes narrowed. “Huh. I suppose once they’re mobile it's…worse?” Infants always seemed a bit needy and helpless to her – and then, recalling how she was ….could confirm it was indeed “worse.” “I’ll find them later then,” as a little treat.
Stretching and finding her muscles no longer taut or painful, she floated along towards the edge, considering practicalities, and then what on earth the men had gotten up to. “Should we start heading back?”
Melita
of both beauty and battle cries
