what the fuck.

ah yes,    it is me,   your good old american black.   let me speak some of my real american words:    trashcan,     sidewalk,    y’all,     garbage.

is this when i’m meant to kinkshame u or?

but what about BANANA FLAVOURED PEPPERMINTS???

“ oh,  hush now. ”  _{it is enthused laughter that falls between her lips when she speaks such words to the other,  almost, if she were prone to it,  giggling.  her arms wrap around the other woman’s waist,  something teasing about the way in which they react with each other.  she is happy to find a friend in such a place,  even when she is so many miles from her home and all that she knows.  “  if you did,  i would have got you a new one. ”  okay,  so she’s a little excited.  she is free to be here and a proud wakandan and she has not had such a chance since she left her home.  at last,  now,  she is free to walk in the sun as herself.  || @mcckings.  m.} 

“ if we run now,  _{they catch us.  ”  no,  there’s too much of a risk in that.  she’s not a fighter,  but a spy,  and she knows that there are some risks that aren’t work taking.  they need a diversion;  a set plan that will take them away of the eyes of those who will seek them and get them out of there alive.  she’s determined to get them both out of this without a scratch.  “  we need to distract them. ”  || @inspiredflight.  m.}

her eyes light up,  _{she’s always wanted the chance to work with the much whispered about booty fire.  what an honour!  what a blessing!  bast has surely smiled upon her to give her this chance to meet him,  let alone work along side him.  she’s beaming,  nose wrinkled in soft excitement.  “  your arch nemesis,  the white man known as bottom dribble. ”  she’s always wanted to work with a man like this,  a true specimen of how amazing the earth could be.  “  we’ll beat him with ease! ”}

“ are you really complaining about that now? ”  _{she takes a break from rolling her eyes at him to punch the guy next to her in the throat.  they probably should get out of here soon before they draw too much of a scene towards themselves and break the cover they’ve been working on keeping up.  she doesn’t know whether he was talking to her or the man he has held by the throat,  but she supposes that it’s not really a point of contention right now.  she takes the small break she has,  while people stare on in shock,  and reaches into her pocket to take out enough spare change that she hopes she’s settled the bill.  there’s a car around the corner,  and they really need to get to it before cameras are pulled out.  “  just take the stupid croissant and run,  okay?  we have about ten seconds before this becomes a gun fight and we’re both being pulled up for making a scene.  ”  and now she’s taking off and hoping he’s following,  letting her eyes roll properly now no one is swinging for her.  || @sovietperil. m.}

she’s definitely questioning it.  _{there are a lot of chickens and he isn’t technically wrong,  but she’s not quite so certain why he’s felt such a need to point it out to her.  is it an odd number of chickens?  should she be confused about the number of chickens that there are?  they are in the country,  surely this is the place for chickens,  if there are going to be chickens anywhere.  perhaps she should just be polite about it…  she doesn’t suppose it’s a terrible thing to not understand why he cares so much about the chickens.  “  there must be at least twenty there.  ”  || @icarusraised.  m.}

the wind chills her bones and she sits there watching.  _{it feels like the calm is wrapping around them before the storms sets in.  she has been taught to trust her intuition,  to place her own faith within her body and know that she is correct,  and her intuition is telling her to run.  a fight feels like it is coming,  burning on the horizon,  the knowledge of it pressing in on her lungs until she wonders if they will be crushed under the weight.  perhaps this is what it is like to drown,  to be submerged in inevitability and respect that fate will take it’s route no matter what.  she does not know if peace will come tomorrow,  for the clouds are so thick that she cannot see through them.}

_{her eyes meet those of the woman beside her,  a smile soft on her face as she looks over and tries to make it seem like she is not combatting her own fate.  “  yes,  it is.  ”  but she has friends around her and perhaps this is the last one,  but she is determined to love her way through the dark.    @bcstgirl.  m.}