by Wyll Wyldclay » Mon Jul 17, 2023 5:39 pm
"And I didn't expect to spend my afternoon playing the brainless pop star covering for a mess on the beach, but here we are," Wyll said, her lips thinning in annoyance. If she was bothered too much by Ryn's hand at her throat, she didn't show it.
'Oh, no Murr, I was nowhere near the beach. Honest to god, Murph, I've been in the studio all day. Oh, you didn't get the masters? I'll get on them about that, surely. Hey, any publicity in a storm, yeah?," she said, taking on a sing-song, airheaded voice that sounded like Katarina but certainly wasn't like the Katarina Ryn knew. "People see ghouls and goblins everywhere, Murr; things that go bump in the night. Luv ya, toodles, mwah."