Eleventh Stir || [Voice]

[snarkypotions]

First, my tea tastes like pepper. Second, flowers decide to sprout up wherever I walk. Third, dunderheads seem to feel today would be a wonderful time to invade my personal space.

[Someone was obviously not in a good mood.]

The next idiot who decides that latching onto my person is a good idea will find that flying through the nearest window will be the least of their worries.