[ This is Molly's very first Deerington feast and it's not going well. Much like Buffy, she had come into this thinking that a person couldn't possibly bring themselves to actually eat, but the longer she's stood there staring, the more appetizing everything's become.
Startling out of her reverie, she hmmms at the petite blonde. They couldn't be physically much different, with Molly carrying ample weight and dressed in the drab browns and tans of law enforcement. She's discarded her heavy jacket, but she hadn't yet thought to remove the pips and pins that signal her rank. ]
What? [ She scoffs and laughs. ] No.
[ However, her adamance wavers towards the end and she can't help herself from staring down at the eyeballs staring back. ]
But where did they all come from?
[ Her morbid curiosity is probably hidden well behind the chipper yet sobered Minnesotan accent. Thick. Sweet. Much like Molly. ]
ALL YOU CAN EAT
Startling out of her reverie, she hmmms at the petite blonde. They couldn't be physically much different, with Molly carrying ample weight and dressed in the drab browns and tans of law enforcement. She's discarded her heavy jacket, but she hadn't yet thought to remove the pips and pins that signal her rank. ]
What? [ She scoffs and laughs. ] No.
[ However, her adamance wavers towards the end and she can't help herself from staring down at the eyeballs staring back. ]
But where did they all come from?
[ Her morbid curiosity is probably hidden well behind the chipper yet sobered Minnesotan accent. Thick. Sweet. Much like Molly. ]
They don't look familiar, do they? The eyes?