PitchBlack
The pitch is fucking perfect
She scowled at the thing, "I prefer bandannas." she mentioned but left the hat on before hearing struggling up in a bedroom. She hurried up the stairs and sighed, walking into a large bedroom, "Keep it down, I know it's the end of the world but for peete's sake shut the fu-- Holy shit." she looked at the woman, her belly the size of a watermelon and glanced at Keon before her cheeks turned a shade darker. "Do... You need help." Skylyn spoke quietly.