candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Flora's groan is loud, dramatic, and suggests she's somehow cut her finger off or perhaps broken some ancestral artifact instead of having just burned some cupcakes. With a clang and a clatter the girl bangs a muffin tin into the sink as a number of hels look on with curious expressions. 'What, like you could do better?' She demands of them, pouting sourly at them through the open window.
They clack their responses which serve only to irritate the girl more. With another elongated groan, Flora picks up the burned cupcakes from the sink and begins hurtling them at the hels. One would think given how close the birds were and how relatively stupid that she might have hit at least one. Instead, it's more likely that her baked goods will strike whoever is unfortunate enough to be passing by her window.
They clack their responses which serve only to irritate the girl more. With another elongated groan, Flora picks up the burned cupcakes from the sink and begins hurtling them at the hels. One would think given how close the birds were and how relatively stupid that she might have hit at least one. Instead, it's more likely that her baked goods will strike whoever is unfortunate enough to be passing by her window.
