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So, on one hand, Medusa has a (very tall) cousin and two sisters threatening to meet the boy. Of these, she is more worried about the sisters and their very-much-not metaphorical threat to eat said boy should he break her heart.
On the other hand, her father gave her a new sword.
It is bronze.
And curved.
And shiny.
And Medusa is sharpening it as she sits on a table, humming happily to herself as the snakes hiss a low counterpoint. Because, naturally, threats to interview boyfriends pale when faced with new weaponry.
[ooc: I have no aim right now, so feel free to contact me here. I'm also cleaning my room, so tags may be slower than normal]
On the other hand, her father gave her a new sword.
It is bronze.
And curved.
And shiny.
And Medusa is sharpening it as she sits on a table, humming happily to herself as the snakes hiss a low counterpoint. Because, naturally, threats to interview boyfriends pale when faced with new weaponry.
[ooc: I have no aim right now, so feel free to contact me here. I'm also cleaning my room, so tags may be slower than normal]