Redhawk Caldera Paper moon

When the potential boy-toy deflected the suggestion away (including Somnia in the process for some godforsaken reason Dove couldn't fathom to understand), the pale girl pouted lightly in Elwood's direction; she wasn't particularly hurt by his behavior, but she would play the part. Except, Somnia was swift to take up the offer - not enthused about it, but quick to assert herself. Again. As if that was necessary.

He's not interested in you obviously. She chided, to which Dove rolled her own eyes and prepared a comeback of equal strength; but Somnia was muttering something under her breath, and Dove was eager to catch it - in case it was a real zinger which she could use to her own benefit. But she wasn't so lucky. The most she could do was hastily snap, Just give me five minutes~.

The gray girl slid herself up beside Elwood and marched on by, lurching along as if the task at hand was a real chore. Dove just snickered to herself and waited for Elwood to start moving - so that she'd get a fine view of his rear end (it was far more interesting than the trees and rocks and rocks and trees and... Whatever else was around here).