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[sub][color=gray]RE-SPINE ME. SANCTIFY ME.
MAKE ME YOUR SWEET PIECE OF ART.[/color][/sub][/center]

Hips swayed to and fro as Milk had made her way down the hill from Alcohol's residence, a unfamiliar tune humming against her lips. She was not happy about Alcohol's answers, or rather lack there of. Who did he think he was? Not but a few minutes into her hike down a man rushed past her, nearly knocking her petite body over as he went. [color=ec582c][b]"Asshole."[/b][/color] she huffed under her breath. It wasn't long after until the crowding and various noises could come into view. More men flew past her, including Alcohol. 

A show? How wonderful!

Gallivanting over to the scene for just a moment, Milk watched the men yell and threaten to spill blood. A grin formed on her lips, she loved a good performance. Men were curious creatures like that. They often fought and fought, and then after the fight they would be brothers in arms. It was different with women, they would look into one another's eyes and say how glad they were to see them and then poison their offerings. Milk cleared her dry throat, her voice coming from the crowd- [color=ec582c][b]"First could not protect himself let alone US, he showed us his WORTH!"[/b][/color] few others agreed, while some thought the opposite, sneering and pushing Milk in distaste.

She spit on them, directly. [color=ec582c][b]"Touch me again and you won't survive the night."[/b][/color] she threatened before excusing herself. These men had small counterparts, and they were not worthy of her time let alone her strength. Milk in general did not have time for these small events, it would only make a good story for the women later. Her goal was still Hemlock, and Hemlock was still her goal. 

Milk made her way through town and eventually past town to an area where she knew Hemlock to lay her head at night, or so she guessed as did her women. Along the way she gathered two flat stones, and a small delicate green clover along the path as an offering for friendship before she would come on strongly about Twix's whereabouts. Along the travels she would smash the clover between the two stones so that the clover was almost imprinted on to one of the rocks. Beautiful! This would make a wonderful present. She tossed the other rock onto the ground.

Into view came a small shack. 

[color=ec582c][b]"Hmph."[/b][/color] Milk huffed a sigh out loud. Is this where Hemlock lived? She wondered if the young woman enjoyed the small structure, perhaps it was cozy? You didn't need much room when you lived alone after all. It didn't seem so bad, and Milk thought that she wouldn't mind that type of lifestyle after all. Peace and quiet were rare these days.

[color=ec582c][b]"Hemlock, are you home?"[/b][/color] Milk called out softly, a sweet and sultry tone to her voice. She did not want to get too close in case this wasn't her home, or if she was not in the mood to accept any visitors. [color=ec582c][b]"Hemlock?"[/b][/color] she questioned again, her fingers fumbling with the present in her hand as she waited for a response from inside.