Black Morass the wooooooorrrrst

some sorta muttering got her attention, and she turned to see a dude with lascivious written all over his smug face. cardi wrinkled her nose at him, doing her best to make the 'pirate sneer' that her seafaring friends and fam were so, so good at. (she was, too. . .but she always wanted to be better.)

the fuck do you want? she retorted, tail lashing behind her. he looked vaguely familiar, and one would think that with how vain cardi was, she would see herself in him immediately.

as it was, she was so vain that she couldn't find a single, solitary trace of herself within this a-hole. for now, he was just some joe schmo, and furthermore, he was a joe schmo that was distracting her from the really important thing -- getting out of this fuckin swamp.