the floor is homely enough… they spread their sore wings across the carpet, a thousand training - bred bruises eased by its soft kiss [ mina has forgotten the simple healing effects of lying down: maybe she’ll reevaluate her sleeping schedule… step one, get rid of the outrageous amounts of energy drinks she keeps by her bed ]. they wear halos of hair, dark eyes focusing blurrily on the ceiling, lazily throwing popcorn into their open mouths. ‘ how much popcorn can you fit in your mouth? ’ a bag of popcorn in one man’s hand was as dangerous as a pistol in another’s. HOW MUCH POPCORN COULD FIT IN HER MOUTH? she’d never tried testing that before... but, of course, as a hero, she knew that limit - testing was an important part of any training routine. ‘ i bet i could fit more than you. ’ @chargebolte
