WHO: Lulu & Helena WHEN: June 16th. Midday. WHERE: Sing Sing. The Place of Bees. Wherever it is. WHAT: "Brave" Lulu. RATING: Low/mediumish.
Bees, it turned out, were very loud when there were hundreds of them.
Also, pretending your beekeeping equipment was an astronaut suit was not an adequate defense when it came to the psychology of it all. "Ewwwww," Lulu whimpered, watching the insects crawl on thickly padded arms. "Ewww, look at them! They're all over me!"
She glanced at Helena, black eyes round with obvious fear, but managed some semblance of a grin. "It's the sexy outfit, isn't it?"
One landed with a fat ping on her visor as though in response.
Lulu visibly stiffened, keening audibly in the back of her throat. She didn't want to look afraid of these creatures -- they were so little, weren't they? And they had to be really tame, or Helena would be dead by now. Wouldn't she? Still, Lulu couldn't seem to get a hold of herself. Her body language fluctuated between uneasy calm and shrinking under the borrowed gear.
"Oh my god, Helena! Bees have mouths, don't they? Ewww! It's touching me with its mouth!"