"Didn' ask ya to." Man, what a rude little fairy bitch she's turning out to be. Three minutes in and this is already one of the strangest encounters you've ever had - and that's saying quite a bit, coming from you. Your almond eyes track her as she sky-paces, wondering what it would be like to fly. You definitely would't spend your time being an angry shit if you had wings, you think to yourself idly.
"You want... hair or nails," you repeat slowly, blinking in somewhat bewildered surprise. There's no way you heard that right, because seriously, what the fuck? "An' y'thought the best way t'go about it was... demandin' help from a fella' just out, enjoyin' the beach?" If you sound incredulous it's because you are- this is the dumbest shit you've ever heard. That, or the bravest. You aren't quite sure.
Zephyr
you can be the ripest, juciest peach in the world
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
