Honeyed Pasture The end of an empire

The mocha babe watched the girl turn and heave her sad ass right on away from her, automatically scuffing her pride. She would normally be vexed at this, but today was a good day, and this brooding broad wasn't gonna piss on her sunshine. Maybe the chick was just having a bad day? Maybe she needed a hug, or somethin'.

Switching up to the retreating girl, Tina threw a hint of concern in her dulcets, not really acting all that stranger-y.

"Wassup, girl? Who did it? Tell me, and I'll beat they ass fo you."

Mentally, Tina busted out laughing at her attempts at friendly. She wasn't good at it, and the catty girl had no problem admitting it, but it had better just be to herself. She'd be damned if the world knew a single weakness of hers.