Queen Kira Bii

    "I got you these in January, cause I figured I'd forget to buy a gift in-        For you, a box of condoms! Cause you're a big girl now and protection and stuff."

    "Holy shit... I missed your birthday, Bii. I'm sorr- Hold up, stay there."

    "March si- March sixth. What year??"

"I can."  She reiterated.  "I’m choosing not to.  I’ve got shit to do.  Gotta to be sober."  Rocking back on her heels, she pondered the next part of the question.  There was no benefit to sharing all of her secrets with this stranger, especially with nothing it return.  "Depends.  What are you?"

    "Yeah, the conversation hasn't changed, bii. You can say no, I can't. Once has Bii spoke it, twice have you heard it, that buzz you're feeling is mine!" She hated repeating herself, it was the worst waste of time in existence and it almost never happened just once. "I am... the undead virgin queen of the Honeybomb Swarm. Address me as your worship."