[ Medusa flicks the heavy ends of her hair, coiling like some obscene sea serpent as she attempts to shake the sandy vomit off. The ocean is right there, of course, but that's not the point. The point is, there shouldn't be vomit on her hair.
And no, she doesn't care if her attempts to shake it off ends up flinging sand-and-barf mixture onto Hawke herself. ]
Do not sass me.
[ Especially not with lingo learned from Tony Stark, never very high on Medusa's "Favorite People" list no matter what universe he comes from. ]
It isn't my fault you couldn't help yourself from swallowing half the ocean.
[ Ugh. With a heavy noise of discuss, she shakes harder. Come off, damn it. ]
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And no, she doesn't care if her attempts to shake it off ends up flinging sand-and-barf mixture onto Hawke herself. ]
Do not sass me.
[ Especially not with lingo learned from Tony Stark, never very high on Medusa's "Favorite People" list no matter what universe he comes from. ]
It isn't my fault you couldn't help yourself from swallowing half the ocean.
[ Ugh. With a heavy noise of discuss, she shakes harder. Come off, damn it. ]