Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-121.208.74.30-20150928013142/@comment-27226023-20151112055550

CC's compliment felt. Calli didn't believe her. She had always been told that her eyes were sharp and scary. Or by Arktophonos Pellen who said that they were the color of nasty green bile. Calli reached below the seat and brandished a beer can that CC had sto---taken for safety purposes. She cracked it open and finished it in one long hard swig. Then smashed the can against her forehead. Then she took another. Repeated the process. Then took another...

"CC do you think I hate you?" Calli finally asked. It was a question she wanted to ask because most fairytales assumed that Calli just hated them In which it was a case not far from the truth. It was that Calli hated anyone it had more to do with the fact that the masses irritated her. She always acted accordingly. That was that. In retrospect there was actully fairy few fairytales that Calli hated. And those special cases she be proud of themselves earning her ire for that there wasn't something to be said about holding the attention of a coyote trickster long enough to be deemed friend or foe. There more fairytales that hated Calli then she hated them.