Came home March 18, 2013. ♥
No, don't call me Qaellie. Just Qae. Alright? And it's pronounced Kay. Good? Good.
Thank you so much!
, she snaps as she sits back down on the wooden stool. She picks up the metal cup sitting on the table, takes a sip, then looks at you from the corner of her eye. Is there something else you needed?
, she inquires sarcastically. Your eyes widen like a deer in the headlights and you shake your head no.
She huffs, going back to her cup. You can't help but admire the tousled yet... seemingly perfectly placed bright pink wavy hair on her head, a lock loosely braided across her fringe and down her shoulder. She sits on the edge of the stool as if she's ready to leap up and sock someone at any moment, and you don't doubt she hasn't done it before.
Tis better to be alone, then of bad company.