Whilst Monet really didn't like the idea of fighting, good heavens no, she was still a member of the IPD. A contributing member of the island society if you will and her contributions involved patrolling and making sure no one was doing anything illegal or immoral or just plain wrong. An idea that she could thoroughly get behind as long as it didn
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Oh, sweet Jesus.
It was going to be a fucked up day. She could see it already. Staring at Monet like she'd grown a third fucking eye, all she could really do was let out a hitch of a sigh and look to the sky for some divine intervention.
"I need more coffee," she finally said. "If I have to deal with Monet from the fifties with baked goods and sunshine streaming out her ass, I'm going to need way more coffee."
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She frowned and carefully slipped away from the very strange version of Monet.
"We're walking, not strolling. If you're going to frolic with butterflies and sing to the birds, you can do it without hanging onto me."
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Monet pouted as Dani slipped away from her. "But I do love a good stroll. And that does sound nice, how about we sing something from a musical? I love Calamity Jane or oh, Oklahoma. No?"
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