[PQ] rock you like a hurricane

knew what she was doing when she invited the wild in

The proclamation that he’d be taking her new favorite job caused a jaw drop and a semblance of a frown – overly exaggerated, mainly due to foolish antics and a sense of immature intricacies never quite scattered. ”Ek sal beter doen,” came in an unrelenting singsong, a challenge, and by the time they turned along and managed to get to the Halenani, the honeybee had already stirred the notions deeper into her soul. A hive of her own making.

Antagonistic to a fault, and purposefully tenacious, she snagged at the bags with strong aplomb, racing along, back and forth, as if it was a frenzied, speeding contest. Apparently, believing, swiftness was a factor in who was better than the other.

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Melita works on the bags begrudgingly.

Melita