MABEL
For her part, Mabel watched as Nikolai…headbutted it. Again. Her brow arched unceremoniously, unimpressed, the amusements dying away to something stoic, and then a snort volleying through all in the same regards. “You know, you don’t have to.” Contemplating, she reached into her belt and produced another knife – not the nice ones Aamu had made her, but something sturdy, something refined, something decent to utilize.
Mostly because she was tired of listening to him complain.
Her hand offered it out, waiting to see if he’d take it. If he even knew how to use one. “There are other ways,” she mentioned, by methods of mauling. And what better way to try something out then on these endless gourds?
Mostly because she was tired of listening to him complain.
Her hand offered it out, waiting to see if he’d take it. If he even knew how to use one. “There are other ways,” she mentioned, by methods of mauling. And what better way to try something out then on these endless gourds?
If you dig under my feet
You will find things that you don't want to see
You will find things that you don't want to see
