I’m not at my best right now either. But. Something I can help with? Maybe if I help you I’ll quit kicking myself, hey?
“Kicking yourself?” Lex furrowed her brow. “Why are you doing that anyways? I’m Lex, by the way. And help? Ooh, I don’t think so.”
“Oh, I’m annoyed that I fell victim to a greyface spell. It’s … more than a little disruptive, right now. My name is Summer.”
“Oh, greyfaces. I heard they’re pretty nasty sometimes. I guess it’s not a good moment for anyone here right now, Summer.” Lex sighed. “What have they done to you?”
Her tone is utterly disgusted. “I’ve got /wings/.” There’s a sigh. “That sounds like a good thing, right? Except, I’m a very tactile person, and, um, apparently touching the wings is, um, sexual.”
