Pick Your Poison, Wednesday

[intraspective]

Ino had a lot to think about between her conversations with Lady Ghanima, Sparkle, and Jono, so since she also had work to do, she did what was her old fallback--she cranked up the radio, so that it was blasting pop music--and got to scrubbing and polishing and sweeping her store until it glowed.

And if she danced with the broom as her partner now and then while belting out the lyrics to some of the songs, well…

Some things didn't ever change.

Pick Your Poison is Open.

Comments

Mod Your Shopping

[intraspective]

I don't like your little games
Don't like your tilted stage
The role you made me play
Of the fool, no, I don't like you

Talk to Ino

[intraspective]

I don't like your perfect crime
How you laugh when you lie
You said the gun was mine
Isn't cool, no, I don't like you (oh!)

OOC

[intraspective]

But I got smarter; I got harder in the nick of time
Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time
I've got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined
I check it once, then I check it twice, oh!