[ He'd thought she was loud in the past. Now? He can have an idea of just how damn loud she can get! Monika's always been bad about using her inside voice, just as she's bad at letting her inside thoughts remain inside. With having to fight a constant onslaught of being called "weird" or "insane" by others for months, that's only gotten worse. Add some nitro to her already short fuse, and this is what happens.
Congrats, Ragna. You've really outdone yourself with this one. ]
"Descriptive term" my-- [ Don't do it. Don't finish that with "ass". She grits her teeth. ] My left boob!
[ Perfect recovery. ]
And whose fault is it that my entire! ass! is hanging out, huh?! [ She stomps her feet, spraying sand everywhere. ] Ohhhh, right! It's the giant jerk that threw me! over! his stupidly solid shoulder! And! AND! Why were you staring at it in the first place?!
[ Her anger seems to go out like a light. Saying this has suddenly reminded her that her ass is, indeed, still hanging out. As dignified as she can manage to be with yanking out one hell of a wedgie, she unstuffs her booty cheeks. Much better.
Then suddenly, gotcha! She's still angry as fuck! Her body crouches low, and she seems to be gearing up to attack a man nearly a foot taller than her, determined to spear him like a certain tribal chief--! ]
Hey, hey! Wanna try a free sample, you two?
[ Monika stumbles to a stop, blinking rapidly at the person who's just rolled up to them, pleasant and cheerful. Talk about a lack of situational awareness...
She glares at their source of fightus interruptus, then growls and snatches up a conveniently vegetarian skewer. Without hesitating, she chomps on some onion slices, because even after being at the resort this long, the lesson of not being a dummy with food still hasn't sunk in. ]
You. [ A quivering finger is pointed in Ragna's direction. ] Are so dead when I'm done. [ She huffs, moving on to a red pepper, then wipes her forehead. ] I'm kinda lightheaded, anyway. This heat's way too much...
rip ragna the deadedge, 2024-2024
[ He'd thought she was loud in the past. Now? He can have an idea of just how damn loud she can get! Monika's always been bad about using her inside voice, just as she's bad at letting her inside thoughts remain inside. With having to fight a constant onslaught of being called "weird" or "insane" by others for months, that's only gotten worse. Add some nitro to her already short fuse, and this is what happens.
Congrats, Ragna. You've really outdone yourself with this one. ]
"Descriptive term" my-- [ Don't do it. Don't finish that with "ass". She grits her teeth. ] My left boob!
[ Perfect recovery. ]
And whose fault is it that my entire! ass! is hanging out, huh?! [ She stomps her feet, spraying sand everywhere. ] Ohhhh, right! It's the giant jerk that threw me! over! his stupidly solid shoulder! And! AND! Why were you staring at it in the first place?!
[ Her anger seems to go out like a light. Saying this has suddenly reminded her that her ass is, indeed, still hanging out. As dignified as she can manage to be with yanking out one hell of a wedgie, she unstuffs her booty cheeks. Much better.
Then suddenly, gotcha! She's still angry as fuck! Her body crouches low, and she seems to be gearing up to attack a man nearly a foot taller than her, determined to spear him like a certain tribal chief--! ]
Hey, hey! Wanna try a free sample, you two?
[ Monika stumbles to a stop, blinking rapidly at the person who's just rolled up to them, pleasant and cheerful. Talk about a lack of situational awareness...
She glares at their source of fightus interruptus, then growls and snatches up a conveniently vegetarian skewer. Without hesitating, she chomps on some onion slices, because even after being at the resort this long, the lesson of not being a dummy with food still hasn't sunk in. ]
You. [ A quivering finger is pointed in Ragna's direction. ] Are so dead when I'm done. [ She huffs, moving on to a red pepper, then wipes her forehead. ] I'm kinda lightheaded, anyway. This heat's way too much...
[ Then remove the jacket, idiot. ]