Shu murmurs back imperceptibly as her eyes slide in the direction indicated. Was it possible that they had been discovered so soon? She supposes that if the... communications network (she lacks the correct verbiage) were entered illegally, one could detect that such a thing were happening. Still, to pinpoint the location of their operation would be shockingly shrewd.
The movement of the shadow is slow. Perhaps stealthy. Somewhat staggered, as if they were taking cautious and deliberate steps, taking a moment to pause to assess the situation in between each motion. Shu continues to sweep the front porch quietly, but her grip on the broom tightens as the shadow emerges from the left lane into the light to reveal...
..........a little old lady with a cane taking a pause for breath after each step.
Shu coughs slightly.
"...Good day, Grandmother."
"Hmmmmm?"
"I said, good day, grandmother."
"I heard you the first time don't make assumptions you little hussy I'll have you know I got a perfect score at Doc McCoy's just last Tuesday you know what he said to me he said my hearing is just as good as my 30 year old granddaughter's imagine that me at my age well that showed her trying to put me in an old folks' home just cause I'm getting on a little in years you young 'uns all the same just cause a gal's baby factory is closed you all think she ought to be shut away well I used to haul up that ore just the same as the best of those boys Foreman Johnny that's what we called him his name was Albert Fish but we called him Johnny 'cause one look at him would dry a girl's cooter right up what with those mad-dog eyes and the tobaccer mouth well Foreman Johnny he says to me Bella I'd take one of you over ten of those cock o' the walks any day of the week you know why you got grit Bella and you got guts and them boys they ain't got any mo -- "
Shu is frankly quite thankful when a Molotov cocktail flies in from the opposite direction without warning and lights the porch on fire.
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Date: 2025-01-11 05:31 pm (UTC)Shu murmurs back imperceptibly as her eyes slide in the direction indicated. Was it possible that they had been discovered so soon? She supposes that if the... communications network (she lacks the correct verbiage) were entered illegally, one could detect that such a thing were happening. Still, to pinpoint the location of their operation would be shockingly shrewd.
The movement of the shadow is slow. Perhaps stealthy. Somewhat staggered, as if they were taking cautious and deliberate steps, taking a moment to pause to assess the situation in between each motion. Shu continues to sweep the front porch quietly, but her grip on the broom tightens as the shadow emerges from the left lane into the light to reveal...
..........a little old lady with a cane taking a pause for breath after each step.
Shu coughs slightly.
"...Good day, Grandmother."
"Hmmmmm?"
"I said, good day, grandmother."
"I heard you the first time don't make assumptions you little hussy I'll have you know I got a perfect score at Doc McCoy's just last Tuesday you know what he said to me he said my hearing is just as good as my 30 year old granddaughter's imagine that me at my age well that showed her trying to put me in an old folks' home just cause I'm getting on a little in years you young 'uns all the same just cause a gal's baby factory is closed you all think she ought to be shut away well I used to haul up that ore just the same as the best of those boys Foreman Johnny that's what we called him his name was Albert Fish but we called him Johnny 'cause one look at him would dry a girl's cooter right up what with those mad-dog eyes and the tobaccer mouth well Foreman Johnny he says to me Bella I'd take one of you over ten of those cock o' the walks any day of the week you know why you got grit Bella and you got guts and them boys they ain't got any mo -- "
Shu is frankly quite thankful when a Molotov cocktail flies in from the opposite direction without warning and lights the porch on fire.