As much as Queenie is a constant in the woman's life, Tina doesn't expect to so suddenly be engulfed in her arms at the moment. She's barely had time to gather her bearings, bag only half unzipped, when she's nearly knocked off her feet. Sucking in a breath she tenses and for the briefest flickerings of a moment wonders if something is attacking her--
But, no, that can't possibly be it because as much of a flurry as the movement was it wasn't to harm her (or at least intentionally). The thought passes even more quickly as her hands slip from the bag and it's undoubtedly her sister's voice in her ears. "Queenie?" She remarks incredulously, an uncertainty to the breadth of the word. Tina's mind is still swimming from the post few minutes. Had it really only been minutes?
It had.
Reflexively she moves her arms to wrap around the other woman. Whatever else this may be this was her sister-- undoubtedly-- and her action makes the woman worried. It's as if she was surprised to see her, but they had went to bed in the same room mere hours before.
"What exactly is here?" She questioned with a puff of defeat, "Queenie, what's going on?"
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But, no, that can't possibly be it because as much of a flurry as the movement was it wasn't to harm her (or at least intentionally). The thought passes even more quickly as her hands slip from the bag and it's undoubtedly her sister's voice in her ears. "Queenie?" She remarks incredulously, an uncertainty to the breadth of the word. Tina's mind is still swimming from the post few minutes. Had it really only been minutes?
It had.
Reflexively she moves her arms to wrap around the other woman. Whatever else this may be this was her sister-- undoubtedly-- and her action makes the woman worried. It's as if she was surprised to see her, but they had went to bed in the same room mere hours before.
"What exactly is here?" She questioned with a puff of defeat, "Queenie, what's going on?"