❝ I–– uh, excuse me, but I wanted that shell. ❞ Childish as
it may sound, Misty is bent on having the perfect collection
of shells for her next art piece.
( Donna takes out an earbud and switches their unfeeling, intense gaze down to the source of the noise; just long enough to see where it came from. It takes a moment for her to register. )
( Why should she get it? Donna saw it first. They look down at the shell in one hand and smoky grey crystals slowly and sporadically accumulating against the long, sturdy fingers of the other. A trade, perhaps? She breaks a few off and offers them. )
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