#* ft. moe

     “OH MY GOSH, there you are.” winona’s quite accustomed to be the one to wander— an accidental master at irish goodbyes, there have been many times in which the people winona arrived to a party with will step back and wonder where she could’ve gone off to. this time, the tables have been turned, and it’s moe who has seemingly disappeared from the group. this doesn’t go unnoticed by winona— of course it doesn’t— and she embarks on her own adventure to find him. a spacious balcony surrounded by crisp fresh air is where moe has seemed to find himself and thus, winona, as she slides through the door and shuts it behind her. “what am i without my fellow musketeer?”

     SHE ISN’T NECESSARILY a festive person. holidays have never quite been her thing, though winona does love giving people gifts. other than that, they’re a bit too show-y for her, a bit too stress-inducing. coming from a wealthy rhode island town where fourth of july parties were like the met gala of the year definitely left a sour taste in her mouth. but, of course, any time to spend with moe is an opportunity winona jumps at and thus, is why she has shown up with a box of tinsel, lights, even a tiny tree and some ornaments to decorate his room. after all, moe had the freedom to decorate his own space without the approval of a roommate. she sets the box and mini potted tree down next to the door and knocks a few times for him. once he opens it, she lifts the box again and immediately hands it over.