‘shit sucks. besides, that sounds like you want to live in a damn YOGURT commercial.’

      with a croissant in one hand and an iced latte in the other she looked around, scanning for a seat. the cafe was always busy, so it didn’t surprise her that there were no empty seats, a pout adorning her face, before she spotted a familiar being. she believed it to be reggie, so a small pep affected her step as she strode over, quieting her steps as she snuck behind the blonde, cooing softly in her ear.         ‘ guess who ~ how’s my hot stuff doing?? ‘      vivienne slipped past her, turning to meet her face, an embarrassed smile slithering across her face as she realized this was not the girl she assumed it was.          ‘ oh my god, wrong person !! i’m so sorry. ‘

          COFFEE DOWN!  Her heart immediately went out to the stranger, seeing him nearly take a tumble.  Luckily only the drink took the downfall, but it still looked like a ROUGH bump.  So the brunette, despite in heels, was rushing over, hands out as if she might be needed to catch him.  Naturally, she was too late, but she did her b e s t, not wanting him to get hurt.  It might have been a bit of a fuss on her end, but she had the time and means.  So why not?

    it’s never ideal running into someone on your way out of a crematorium. even less ideal when you’re supposed to be keeping the death a secret for the next six months. there’s something inside missy that freezes, her blood running cold as the thoughts that maybe they could see right through her tumbled into her head. and now she was staring. and so are they. FUCK. 

❝ your hair reminds me of the dog that eats my trash-- ❞  believe it or not, this is a compliment. maybe if he had worded it differently, it wouldn’t have sounded so bad, but it’s honestly a surprise that he expressed a thought coherently.