CH-CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! || Nami & Chelsea
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Ahhh, dollar store food on a poor woman’s pay. Chelsea nommed on her hot dog, fresh from the rotating pit, and moved toward the food court. Sadly, a stomach could not be sustained on cake pops and coffee alone and animal food did not taste as good as she hoped. Searching for a place to stretch her legs, she wondered about before seeing a red-haired woman with her head bent as she sketched away. It wasn’t so much the drawing or the person that caught her eyes, but the tattoo on her neck.
Chelsea scarfed the rest of her hot dog in one go, cheeks puffing comically as she tried to contain the food, then threw the cardboard in the trash. She hovered there for a moment, vigorously chewing her food so she could make a perfect entrance. Finally finished, she walked over to the table, shadow looming over her sketchbook, and pointed dramatically at her.
“You guys here for a re-match or what!? I’ll kick your ass a second time!!”
