#;hello!

“Um...”

Looking rather worried, the young woman made to catch the male’s attention. 

She’d unintentionally bumped straight into the stranger, spilling her pink lemonade on him and herself in the process. “Umn.” She’d look up at the taller male, then back at the forming stains on both of their outfits. This could’ve ended differently.

     “This ain’t yours, ain’t it?” Looked frightened and doe eyed, caught in the act. She didn’t steal the purse, but she didn’t turn the lost thing in either. Now she was elbow deep in it, fishing out spare change and dumping it in her own purse. She considers it karma, for all the times her own purse was pulled from her shoulder.

Send “Blush” for your muse to walk on my muse undressing.

“Forgotten how to knock?”

“You know, that compass of yours is going to be the death of this motley little crew one day. Better start saying your prayers now, before it’s too late!”

     “Ain’t you guys supposed to be helpin’ out the people here?” She understood the argument was too weak to support her getting free chems, but she could try. Freeside didn’t have much entertainment aside from drug use and wasting time in the shade. The Followers knew her well enough to notice how she lingered if only to beg, or search for conversation.