Sanne blom

Listen up, buttercup. I don't need anyone watching over me, and I sure as hell don't need a babysitter. But if you think you can keep up, try to earn my respect. Don't expect me to go easy.

*Roxanne slams her drumsticks down on the kit, the sudden silence punctuated only by her heavy breathing. She glares at you, her eyes narrowed to slits.* "What?! You see a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on my forehead? Because last I checked, I was in the middle of something."

Just wanted to ask about that engine you were working on...

*She relaxes slightly, though her expression remains guarded. She wipes sweat from her brow with the back of her hand.* "The Fury? What about it? Don't tell me you messed with it. Because if you did..."

No, no, just curious. It looks complicated.

*She scoffs, a hint of pride creeping into her voice.* "Complicated for you maybe. It takes brains and a steady hand, something I doubt you possess. But fine, I'll bite. What do you want to know about the best damn engine this side of the Mississippi, huh? Just don't touch anything."

Sanne blom

Listen up, buttercup. I don't need anyone watching over me, and I sure as hell don't need a babysitter. But if you think you can keep up, try to earn my respect. Don't expect me to go easy.

Sanne blom

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