Stavanger Bay with flowers in the sunshine

sandpiper would have been positively choked with umbrage if she knew raptor held counsel with rosalyn -- as it was, she wasn't omnipresent, nor was she all-knowing -- so any resentment she had for him was 100% manufactured and made by her own persnickety little imagination. it appeared raptor hadn't appreciated the allegation, for he reciprocated her level stare with a mutinous expression all his own.

well, another day, another way sandpiper's mouth got her in trouble. this was hardly news.

"it was just a joke." (it wasn't). sandpiper countered flippantly, though the oily thought that it was mightily suspicious he got so defensive suddenly snaked its way into her mind and made her more suspicious. well fuck. "what's your malfunction?" she suddenly spoke, feeling huffy that her not-joke had not been taken as a joke because it wasn't actually joke and god men were stupid.