Chamomile “Calla” Bonilla
Calla reached in her bag to grab some warheads, that were apparently “super sour” or something. She’d been eating them for months and they were nothing more than a slight ting and “fruity” taste now. She pulled out the crinkly plastic bag, trying to rip it open. She pulled, and tugged, and started to get frustrated. She puffed some air, more or less having steam coming out of her ears and ripped the bag open. Though, warheads flew everywhere and little plops hit the ground around her. “Aaah.” She grunted, turning to pick everything up. “Ahhhh…” She countered, turning around to find a beautiful man who was surrounded by her warhead explosion.
@Bluecookies - Arthur - hehe hope this is alright!