guns for hands

A home, a place to stay and somewhere to live. Stunned in awe by the sudden question, Spectra felt deafened to the world as her heart skipped a beat. A stoic expression appeared upon her face as she thought of the meaning of a home; actually, she never had one most of her life. Her brows furrowed as she breached through the wall of memories with a rhinoceros' fury, moving forward. Yes, she needed to move forward with every inch of her life.

"That sounds fantastic." The Delta said after a few seconds of pure bliss. It was only then that she was able to look thankful to Aesop; her newfound roomie. Although the decision on its own was impulsive, she decided that today would be a start anew; from a fresh, white page. "Do you proooommisse not to snore?" Spectra said out loud with a gleeful, pending smile upon her face. "Or else I'll have to kick your butt!"