#*| leslie darrow pythonidae

“agh fuck, getting to these questions now, huh? alright, i’m game.” leslie adjusts her position on the chair, scooting back just a little so the fire wasn’t too hot on her face. she takes a drink of whatever alcohol she had been downing for the past hour and suddenly it feels like she’s about to go to war with her own emotions. “uh… maybe, i guess, finding my real parents takes the take. or finding out why they left me.”