There is quiet, and that's better than the blubbering rush of. Feelings. Because fuck that noise.

She grabs her shot, because what the actual fuck. Kaze's a head of her. No. Nope. Fuck that.

Knocking it back, she grimaces and heads over to the paint tray and her roller.

No more debates. She's doing it. Fuck it.

...and this way, Kaze could see her work. Start to finish.



Ya!

And thanks for an awesome Scene!