HE WAITS, SEETHING // BLOOMING | WEEKLY TASKS

[honey j.]

[align=center][div style="background=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 435px; font-size: 8pt; color: #808080; line-height: 120%; font-family: arial; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 1.5px;"]—-  & stepping up beside roswell, the young girl crossed her arms over her chest with a usual frown across her face. her eyes fell on the two bickering men and a huff was her only response. he was grateful the dude beside her and abd al-malik weren't like that - they seemed pretty chill from what she could tell.

honey wasn't sure if she was going to be allowed to send out an invitation to any groups considering her age, but if that was the case she was most definitely going to lose it. there was nothing worse than being underestimated, especially since she knew she was stronger than she appeared. ❝ hey, give me something too. i'm capable of giving out invitations, dude. ❞ honey used to address those older than her with proper manners - ma'am, mister, sir - but now she could care less about being mannerly. ❝ i'm sure i can get something done faster than those two, ❞ honey adds with a little smile on her face.