Taking The Fields By Storm (Open)

Edy fuck you <3 Without missing a beat, Edy folded her arms and raised a brow skeptically. "I mean, if I remember correctly–" And actually, all things considered, that was a pretty big if, "–someone got himself a little riled up from just a back rub." Smirking, Edy tapped her fingers against her arm, offering the Overseer one of those stares that lasted just a little too long; the ones that Edy could hold without flinching. "But hey, sink or swim I guess." Actually Edy didn't really guess. As it was now, she sorta had Koel pegged as vanilla as fucking tapioca. Sure she didn't have much to go on and she didn't doubt Koel would probably admirably try to hide whatever shortcomings he had (though he'd all but said that his comings were anything but short). Still, all he'd done was almost kiss her. And that was only after she'd all but told him to. Then again, they had wound up here before anything more could happen, so perhaps he deserved a bit of slack. Didn't mean he'd get it though. Grinning in return as he mentioned fleshing out a character, Edy bit her lip and winked back. The Launceleyn of course knew fuck all about writing, but she could practically feel subtext like a 6th sense; not that this was particularly veiled by any means. The mention of her being the love interest however made the teenager burst out into bright peels of laughter. Not only was love 1. dumb and 2. probably not real, but Edy? If she knew one thing about herself it was that she was unlovable AF. Tolerable was usually the best she could hope for, and lately with her family even that was a stretch. And Koel? Well he'd broken her wrist and then got an understandable boner from Edy's expert hands. Love interest seemed like a huge fucking stretch this early in the book. "Nahh." She said when her laughter had trickled away. "You had one of those remember? She got killed off in the prologue." As the playfulness dwindled from the Overseer, Edy sighed. Of course he was back to business, but that didn't mean she had to be. Trotting behind him, she tried to kick the bottom of his foot as he extended it so that it would shoot forward. He'd probably hear her and avoid it, but that didn't matter. If he turned back to admonish her, she'd merely waggle her finger at him. "Shh! Quiet remember?"