thirty eight

[cherryhoops]

A Nagin who can't fight is nothing but trash.

A Nagin who can't fight is nothing but trash.

A Nagin who can't fight is nothing but trash.

A Nagin who can't fight is nothing but trash.

A Nagin who can't fight is nothing but trash.

[Welcome to the nightmare of a Nagin who lost a fight. Feel free to talk to her, she's sitting on the tip top of a

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[hopedanddreamed]

[And then there's someone else on the roof, sitting much more properly than Sui, legs crossed, almost demure. Almost, but...her attitude when she speaks belies it.]

You're not going to sit here and take that, are you?

[cherryhoops]

[Bitch say what? Sui looks over sharply, features almost obscured by her ridiculously long hair]

I'm not trash.

[hopedanddreamed]

I didn't think you were. But you don't seem to be doing anything about whatever's calling you that.

[She shakes her head disapprovingly.]

It doesn't even have any poetry to it.

[cherryhoops]

Well- Unless you wanna watch me look the idiot trying to attack the disembodied voice in the sky?

[... it's kind of a funny idea]

[hopedanddreamed]

Did I say attack? There's probably a better way. There's always another way.

[cherryhoops]

Yeah, what?

[hopedanddreamed]

I don't know.

[Glancing dismissively towards the sky.]

I've never dreamed of a voice from nowhere calling me trash before.

[cherryhoops]

Yeah, me neither.

Assholes.

[hopedanddreamed]

That's not a very attractive way to put it.

[cherryhoops]

S'what they are-

[flicking off the sky now]