[ETHER] The Watch.
She's like fruity cocktails; fresh fruit on your lips, something sweet and naughty, forbidden but oh, so good. Bee comes in and out at first, a soft brush and then a little harder as she focuses, her soft giggling ringing out before she's smooth and soft. There's no personal space with her, she folds you up like fresh towels out of drier. I'll be there soon! I hope you've got th---
And just like that she's gone. Cut off as something over takes her, that bubbly fizz of Bee is instantly gone.
There's nothing sweet about her this time, it's a choking fear and she doesn't try to hide it, doesn't try to tame it. There are things! Things on my car! Shadowy... oh, god, someone help! There's a flashing of images, stark of her car and ugly little beasts atop it and the floor as she's trying to get away, a sweep of the surrounding area as she's picking herself up. Quick! please.