“They taste like old feet. And my mother’s disappointment.” She herself was shit at aiming, hence the ease of things. She was lucky to get a torso most of the time. She forgets people move. But Mindy’s confidence was making her grin, and very curious. “Okay then deadshot. Just for you, how about: 10 for the head, 15 for necks, 20 for knocking any glasses they wear, and 25 if you get their fingers when they’re on the phone? Is that pinpoint enough for you or should I add planet alignments.”
❝You eat old feet often?❞ Mindy could pretty much shoot off someones finger without even trying. Not to mention how many bullseyes she could hit in a row when it came to throwing knives. Surely throwing candies at someone couldn’t be that hard. ❝50 if I can get it in a drink?❞
Andrea Joy Cook | July 22, 1978 | I want to live life and be happy and not worry about what anyone thinks. I want to try to be the best I can be and leave the world better off than when I entered it.
“Wise choice. They’re an abomination.” She pulls a handful out of the colourful packaging and drops them in Mindy’s hand. “It’s 10 points for actually hitting someone, and 20 if they’re on the phone.”
❝They can’t be as bad as Jolly Ranchers though.❞ She loved these kind of games. Her and Dave had a scoring system if they were to ever run someone over. Granted it was all just pretend and neither of the two would ever actually run someone over for a dumb game. ❝You’re underestimating my aiming abilities if that’s all I have to do to score points.❞
