@swectnights​ / daxton & momo
A LAST MINUTE CANCELLATION HAS left momo’s afternoon wide open, opting to work on sketches for upcoming appointments and treating herself to an overly sugary large iced coffee. though, the pleasant vibes are interrupted with a knock on the door, revealing the front desk receptionist asking for her help. she pokes her head out of her room, curious eyes landing on an unfamiliar face. norbury is a small enough town where she knows an outsider when she sees one. especially one as dark and mysteriousas this one. “ hiya !! ” the blonde beams, an inked arm stretching outwards to shake his hand, a light giggle spilling from her lips, “ i’m momo, one of the resident artists. like, what can i help ya with ?? ”
