cierva—impulsiva:
"—OW!!! SUNG-SUN YOU FUCKIN’ BITCH!”
She hadn’t seen the action coming, for if she had, she would have most likely dodged the snake in time and made sure to keep her distance from her sister. What a habit she seemed to have of causing her grief, even now when they were seeing each other after who knew how long.
"WHAT KIND OF A GREETING IS THAT?!" She screeched, clutching onto her cheek.
If she could have allowed herself to chuckle --or even be slightly amused then she would have done so by the outburst of the Doe. And while she was used to hearing such profanities uttering from those nasty lips, it soothed her --somewhat, to actually be that close to her sister once more. Not that she'd admit that she missed the two buffoons out loud. Probably that wasn't going to happen in a long time.
❝You wanted a greeting and I've given you one. Did it not suffice?❞