"SCYLLA!!!!" Mona yelled, running up to the girl and hugging her, probably pushing the redhead's wheelchair back in the process. She slurred her words. "I love you, Angel."
Scylla looks up from the gem she is polishing when she hears her name being called. Before she can react, she is slammed into. She looks at Mona confused.
"Are you… Drunk??"










