girls can be dangerous and still win
Snagging a smaller balloon and batting it back and forth between her palms, Melita toyed with the range of possibilities left in the crowd. Those previously soaked were either still sputtering and pointing in their direction, or had left. The remaining patrons weren’t paying the least bit of attention, absorbed in their day-to-day lives, so when the Honeybee fired at a group of warblers singing in the most annoying pitches, the squawking that resumed thereafter brought another feral grin to her features, dismissing any bristling portions from moments before.
Aithne’s quiet agreement made her brows arch, humming a little under her breath. “Exactly.” As for her occupation, she hemmed and hawed, before realizing perhaps it was that easy to quantify. “Yeah, in a way. Especially when we had the Family shit going on and everyone was super nervous, edgy.” Understandably so. “So now I’m just keeping that up. Why go about your day always so consumed with dread, y’know? I like to have people play games and have a good time.” Or get hit by water balloons when they didn't ask for it.
Aithne’s quiet agreement made her brows arch, humming a little under her breath. “Exactly.” As for her occupation, she hemmed and hawed, before realizing perhaps it was that easy to quantify. “Yeah, in a way. Especially when we had the Family shit going on and everyone was super nervous, edgy.” Understandably so. “So now I’m just keeping that up. Why go about your day always so consumed with dread, y’know? I like to have people play games and have a good time.” Or get hit by water balloons when they didn't ask for it.
Melita
she knew exactly what she was doing when she invited the wild in
