ѕнєℓℓу #130 {SH}

ɴᴏᴡ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴏ ɪ ʜᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ "ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ"

Winter is here. One of her favorite seasons for many reasons. Brings out her... uh... best attitude?

This doesn't stop her from sniffing him out, Shelly is ravenous for his affection, and his scent is behind his office door. Does she knock? No. The Gyarados in her, breaks down the door, and tumbles into his office. "LOVE ME! I WANT KISSES! Please...?"

"I'm going to wrap myself around him when I get my hands on him. Milo isn't going to escape this time..." Winter is coming... That's probably why he's hiding from her. Again.

"Oh Miiiiilllooooo! Where are you?" Shelly had sent the kids off with the nanny, and is searching high and low... For her always absent husband. 🎨: @/waikuni11

"I did. A lot taller. Lost the horns and the tail, but kept the rage. I have a school of children. They like to go into a frenzy. And they bite."

Her arms folded across her chest, and she slouched a little. Not rising to her magnificent 7'9". "Is that your job? Someone is paying you to follow me around, aren't they?"

"I'll fight the deities themselves to keep my babies safe." Eliminate all threats.

Those icy blue eyes shift in his direction and she takes a few steps forward. Motherhood may have quieted the tempest raging in her heart. "You know the rules in my house, yes? Bring no harm to the children. And you keep your head."

"Ugh, you're back. Again. What do you want you white haired chucklehead?"

Shelly's all showered and changed into something more comfortable than the tattered rags she had dragged herself ashore in.

Biiiiigggggg stretch and a pop in her lower spine. Shelly might be getting too old for rampages. "I lay waste to some remote parts of Kanto and the house isn't clean. How lovely. Maybe I should have hired a maid."