#cryptbled

     “Huh?” Eve blinks, and then tilts her head to the side. “Could you repeat that? Not because I wasn’t listening and stuff, but um...” Her voice trails off as she thinks of a terrible excuse.  “...because I wanna hear it again is all. Yeah!”

  “Ah…” A distressed noise leaves the dreamer’s lips as she tries to reach for the cereal box on the top shelf. As always, the one her son wants is the one she cannot reach.

“I’m Special Agent Fox Mulder with the FBI. I’m sorry for disturbing you but I just have a few questions for you. It won’t take very long at all, I promise.” Mulder had come here about the rumors he heard about something causing havok in the town and he was trying to get as much information as he could so he could find whatever it was. 

    She shoots a furtive glance at Riley, and pushes herself off the car she was leaning against. Immediately, she forgoes the formalities of addressing another supernatural being, ❝Hey, is it me or something’s off here? You feel it and smell it too, right?❞

    Without warning, Eve settles down on Riley’s lap and tilts her head to the side. “When are you going to take me out on a date, huh? We’ve never been on one! Even though we’ve like, done stuff.”

    Eve tries to sound casual as she goes through her phone. “Hypothetically speaking, if I were to wear lingerie...would you prefer for it to be red or pink?”

     “I hate to spend the evening on my own.”

     “They’re ready!” Chirps the dream as she enters the dining room with a tray of egg tarts.  “Have you ever had one of these before? They’re honestly one of my favorites.”