[attr="class","cherry"]

[attr="class","cherry b"]

[attr="class","cherry i"]mating season... produces this?

sparkling glitter falls in cascades throughout the forest. it's pretty or some shit, she supposes. a little over the top, truthfully, but she can see the allure.

and some how, some way, the police found it in their kind hearts to let her out for a night. they called it work, called it making herself useful. she calls it sweet fucking freedom.

of course, she's not able to be alone anymore and they've made sure she can't escape into the dark... by assigning her to someone else's mission. fuckers. still, she can't be all that mad when it's a nice night in a peaceful forest.

and she finds her partner settled against a tree, glitter surely falling into silver hair. it makes him sparkle, shine. and yet, it's not what sticks out. no, there's a familiarity to him that gnaws at her mind. fuck, it's irritating. she cannot, for the life of her, place where she's seen his face.

"oi," she tries to keep her voice lower, tries to be respectful of the cybering bugs. "enjoying yourself?"

@warren