#cotlopen

"I am going to burn this place to the fucking ground..."

Romania? Really?

“I went to see the Rose Park they have here and thought I’d be able to take some back to put in a vase. They’re very...Thorny? Thorn-covered? Thorned?” Eli shook her head and stuck out her lower lip in a soft pout, her scratched hand clutched close. “Then they frown at you pulling at the flowers. I forgot scissors, what else was I supposed to do?”

Karaoke

Stefan hadn’t bothered really with the scenery of the islands, never one to really enjoy being by an open body of water thanks to the delta he grew up on. Inside of the weapons tent, Stefan began to sharpen his newest blades that he got for Christmas. He had shows to prepare for and to get back into shape after all that happened last year.

“Let’s get one thing straight.” He said, smiling small to the person in front of him. “Don’t drink sour milk. It may be pasteurized now but who knows what other bacterium reside within that creamy liquid.”

“And this is why...” he choked out to himself, spitting the water to the ground, “looking up is occasionally a negative concept.” He wiped his face, placing the grimace across his lips as his hand rubbed over them. Slowly he rose to his knees, then to his feet to examine the damage of his fall.

“It was... probably a mistake to work-out in this heat. Is it okay to just pass out for the next month? I think the Ringmaster would understand.”