𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒 --- 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 --- 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐲. messy hair thrown up into a ballerina’s bun , in one hand is a half empty venti frappuccino and in the other the ribbons of her ballet shoes , that swing gently in her tight grip. technically she was meant to be at the studio until nine , at which point she has instructions from her mother to take the number sixty five bus straight home with no stops or interruptions , but what her mother doesn’t know won’t hurt her. she looks into the face of her uncle erik --- who appears to be equal parts confused and irritated. amazing. she breaks the silence of their interaction with firm words.
‘ I’m coming in. ’ not a question , not a request , that is a STATEMENT. she offers the shellshocked man a small , somewhat insincere smile before moving past him into his apartment. ‘ why do you keep it so DARK in here ??? ’ / starter for @corpsemade
