POOR LITTLE RICH GIRL.

     hey guys. i know i haven’t been here lately, but i’ll be back within the next week-ish. my dad died very suddenly and i’m just handling the grieving process at the moment. 

     it takes her a second, and then it dawns on her.  “ dan hump.hrey? that’s it. i’ve read some of your stuff. you’re good. ”  fresh out of the clinic, kathleen is adjusting to being in the real world. this isn’t some socialite mixer! this is a bookstore, kathleen! she shouldn’t be so forward.  /  @whispersong for dan !! sc.

     kathleen’s breath catches in her throat. looking the way she does, sophie is unmistakable and kathleen hasn’t seen her since before she was  . . . better. if she remembers correctly, the last time she saw her, kathleen was trying to convince sophie to go back to face modelling at the very least. she offers her a smile as they approach each other on the street.  “ hey. ”  it’s awkward. kathleen’s palms are sweating.  /  @satiiated !! sc. 

     hit that heart for a starter ?? maybe ??

     kat smirks, shrugging her shoulders daintily.  “ don’t cream your pants. it’s only because alcohol is . . . highly calorific, and i’m not looking to be some dippy pill popper. ”