#agnes!!!!

a laugh — short and sharp and derisive. but cha-cha is still only looking at the donut on her plate, sitting with only one bite missing. maybe she should try an eclair next time, these sprinkle donuts just weren’t cutting it.

❝ i’ll be straight with you, lady, ❞ she sighs, levelling the other woman with a look that said she was just as tired of the bureaucratic bullshit as hazel. a pause — she considers admitting to carrying at least three weapons on her person at all times, but then: ❝ laughter ain’t shit when someone’s pointing a gun in your face. ❞