Continued from [x] @ectotouch
Margaret had figured that she'd found the perfect little spot for herself. Somewhere to unravel in the midst of a heavy storm. She loved weather like this. Sometimes, the thunder would get her to jump if the storm was fierce enough, but it didn't make her love the storm any less.
But now, plans have changed. There's a woman in her space. HER. SPACE. And she was supposed to share it until the storm was over? Not on her watch.
"See... there's a problem with that." The woman flashed the other mirthless, toothy grin and took one step forward. "I don't share my spaces willy nilly. Especially not nights like these! I love the rain. It's noisy, calming, and it hits all the right vibes..."
Step.
"You? You're throwing off the vibes. You're off key."
Step.
"You can choose a different spot, oorrr... Fuck around and find out! Your choice.~"












