Beatrix
Beatrix arched a brow as she heard Chuy, snorting. "Have fun," she called, eyeing the disgusting mess that was the kitchen. She should've given the kitchen to her brother, his water magic would've done much more in this situation than her disintigration.
She grumbled and reached for a stiffer sponge, scrubbing harder on some mold, gloopyness. She wasn't touching that with her bare hands, if she could help it. It looked absolutely disgusting. Scrubbing as hard as she could, putting her weight into it, she worked her way down the sides of the counters and sink.
Beatrix is scrubbing as hard as she can on the counters and the sink.
She grumbled and reached for a stiffer sponge, scrubbing harder on some mold, gloopyness. She wasn't touching that with her bare hands, if she could help it. It looked absolutely disgusting. Scrubbing as hard as she could, putting her weight into it, she worked her way down the sides of the counters and sink.
Beatrix is scrubbing as hard as she can on the counters and the sink.
Women will rule the world, don't you know?
