don't you know, i'm quite something

MELITA

Her eyes went to the groaning man on the ground, curled in upon himself, and then back to the other, a snarl threatening to ripple across her features again. She didn’t say he was welcome, because she wasn’t sure what he was thanking her for (besides breaking his fall). That his attention was drawn to Fangorn only heightened her ferocious, protective prowess, immediately bending down to snag the pumpkin in her arms. For his part, the companion growled and hissed once more, even though his small stature lacked a keen sense of any treacherous, diabolical abilities. “Yes,” she admitted, as Fangorn wiggled in her arms as if he was being held back from destruction and mayhem, things his brethren had been capable of in small doses before being smashed, beaten, or cooked. “He’s a vampire gourd.” To emphasize the fact, he hissed once more, displaying his fine set of fangs.

Her attention went back to the man kicked again. “What’s going to happen to him?”

help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts