“all i’m saying is that i really wouldn’t mind drop kicking darth vaderette’s little redheaded body across the soccer field if she makes one more snarky comment.” quick strides bring caroline down the side of the trailer as she fiddles to sandwich her cell between her ear and shoulder. bright irises slide over where a couple boys are at work constructing part of the founder’s float, another piece that she easily checks off on her clipboard. “remind me how close you -- no, no, no, that’s supposed to be spray - painted red, not white!” a huff falls past pink - painted lips while she gestures with her pen, as though to underline the pile of krylon bottles. “sorry, how close are you with the new rolls of chicken wire?”
high strung caroline for @donovantm
