[wanda kind of realizes that the moment she hears michael's words, she's already doomed to a fate where she will, inevitably, have a flower crown on her head. he has the advantage of being taller, the advantage of walking up from behind her, likely spent time of his plotting against her (βso dramaticβ) while he tied the plants and flowers together.
the giggling and cheering of the scattering girls speaks of michael's success on his mission, as wanda turns around with a cold look in her eyesβespecially considering he's already got a flower crown of his own, so it's not like she can return the favor.]
I didn't realize you were such a stickler for tradition that wasn't your own.
[not that she imagines he had much of anything he could call 'tradition' as it were. the cold look on her eyes quickly thaws, giving way to a more familiar petulant kind of pout on her lips.
the flower crown will remain on her head, for now. with a bit of a huff, she crosses her arms.]
no subject
the giggling and cheering of the scattering girls speaks of michael's success on his mission, as wanda turns around with a cold look in her eyesβespecially considering he's already got a flower crown of his own, so it's not like she can return the favor.]
I didn't realize you were such a stickler for tradition that wasn't your own.
[not that she imagines he had much of anything he could call 'tradition' as it were. the cold look on her eyes quickly thaws, giving way to a more familiar petulant kind of pout on her lips.
the flower crown will remain on her head, for now. with a bit of a huff, she crosses her arms.]
Josie convinced you to come here?