The Most Important Rule is Kindness

[color=#008e02]“Is that not the thingy, the sayin?”[/color] head tilting, grasping at knowledge out with her reach for the moment. It didn’t matter, the couch felt nice. As Nairn fetched the bucket, Meg pulled over a thick blanket when her body’s temperature began fluctuating between hot and cold.

One minute to go.

Her face pressed into the couch, voice muffled but clear enough, [color=#008e02]“I didn’t even enter it, that was Ruth’s smartass move.” [/color]Sitting up suddenly, she’d scowl, [color=#008e02]“The Dick. I should kick him out.”[/color] A huff followed, along with her shoulders shrinking instantly, [color=#008e02]“I can’t, we’d find him dead in a ditch in a month's time.”[/color]

She snorted. [color=#008e02]“Pfft. I’m not Ruth, I don’t choose to suffer.” [/color]She could ease the woes brought by the drink simply enough after this, it just couldn’t help with the overwhelming expectation placed on her shoulders.

[color=#008e02]“You… You really think I can do it though?”[/color] Surprise and a number of emotions too quickly flickered through her face, but soon enough they settled on one, the one of ‘Oh shit.’ Hands reached and pulled the bucket over, face disappearing beneath the item's circumference.