Nothing all too horrific happened in the daylight. Especially in the vivid vanilla cream of the livid morning. The venal muse resolved to console herself with just that 'happy' thought, as it aided to help her thoughts fly away from the pile of paranoia that kept stacking, stacking, stacking filth. On the surface, she was appearing pleased and pleasant, charmed even.
"How is the weather different there?" Mo enjoyed listening to Emmy's elaborations of things. They were woven like tales rather than tedious explanations.
And the hot weather made her rethink and shrug off the hooded jacket she had brought, tied it around her hips. Scars loitering on her shoulders, back, noticeable, but a black t-shirt covering most of their memories.