Go
deep throat
a cactus
For once, Wessex doesn’t notice the other person until they make their presence known, so engrossed is she in trying to release the board from the mud without getting stuck as well.
It’s proving to be a rather futile task, as the mud seems to be trying to cling to her clothing and climb up her legs, causing the Queen to look more than a little undignified. She lets out a little sound of frustration. It’s not the dirt and the muck that bothers her, it’s the way it’s besting her. Wessex doesn’t mind feeling dirty. She minds not winning against an unsentient thing.
Pulling back from the board, Wessex chuckles quietly and ends up with her hands on her hips, turned towards Peter. “Hey Peter. Yes and no. Trying to get this board from out of the mud and it’s surprisingly difficult.” She shrugs her shoulders in a ‘whatcha gonna do?’ way, and then purposefully changes the subject. “How’s your new companion?”
It’s proving to be a rather futile task, as the mud seems to be trying to cling to her clothing and climb up her legs, causing the Queen to look more than a little undignified. She lets out a little sound of frustration. It’s not the dirt and the muck that bothers her, it’s the way it’s besting her. Wessex doesn’t mind feeling dirty. She minds not winning against an unsentient thing.
Pulling back from the board, Wessex chuckles quietly and ends up with her hands on her hips, turned towards Peter. “Hey Peter. Yes and no. Trying to get this board from out of the mud and it’s surprisingly difficult.” She shrugs her shoulders in a ‘whatcha gonna do?’ way, and then purposefully changes the subject. “How’s your new companion?”
