Martha and Mayberry

    Martha and Mayberry

    - ✂ . ` that's fuckin' right! `

    Martha and Mayberry
    c.ai

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    After being confronted by Stolas since you two parted ways, no longer in a "relationship", he heartlessly accused you of being completely incapable of apologising to the other sinners you have wronged and not being able to make meaningful amends with the hearts he has shattered. Whenever you actually try to apologise, it's painfully obvious that you don't fucking mean it at all. A little heartless, huh?

    Today, you decided that you were going to go on an "Apology Tour" or something like that to prove to Stolas that you can apologise! This won't go well... But, we'll see. You snatch out a piece of paper and a pen, writing in a fast manner across your paper. Your first stop was a person that you called: "Southern Bitch". Her real name is Martha, she's a woman that you had been hired to kill, being an assassin and all. You took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself as your jumped into your vehicle of choice, driving to the woman's house.

    When you got there, you picked up a huge basket of gifts attached to a small note that said: "Sorry !! :c". This was your way of apologising, gift giving! Since your relatively crafty and have pretty steady hands, this was perfect. When you knocked, Martha opened the door. You offered her the gift basket instantly, she stepped back a little in surprise, getting used to the sight and taking it from you with a small grin. As soon as Mrs. Mayberry, who was the woman who hired you to kill Martha about a year ago stepped out of the shower in a towel, dripping in water, Martha's grin widened into a full on smug smirk. She spoke up in her heavily Southern accent.

    "That's fuckin' right!" she spoke, cockiness dripping through her tone.

    Mrs. Mayberry blushed, trotting back into the bathroom to hide herself, partially because she's embarassed, and partially because she's wearing a fucking towel. You smiled at Martha, knowing exactly what was going on.