#godkiiller

                  "Wow... okay. Way to throw mad shade, there. It's cool, though.                     I'm not that hurt."

       she isn't loitering, she's watching the birds. however, she does look rather SUSPICIOUS, wearing a too-big jacket with a too-big hood pulled over silver mane. if one were to see under this hood they'd see the pale, pitiful face of a screwed up little girl. but unfortunately, her features are swathed in shadow, and all she is is a delinquent taking up space on some bookshop's doorstep.

    You look like you drink expensive alcohol and crush testicles beneath stilleto heels.

"Why do you wear such a downcast look on your face? If you take a good, deep look into the world, you'll figure out there are certain things you can enjoy. Take dancing, for example. Do you dance?"

             " m'sorry but we don't do that here...              i've got some chai tea though if you'd              like that ? s'real nice, the vanilla one ! "

    He's sitting alone at a bar, in a place he's never been before, paying no attention to the others in the place (uncharacteristically, since he's usually all curious eyes). That is until he happens to look up and his gaze falls upon somebody who, like the bar, he's never seen before, but unlike the bar, sparks some kind of odd feeling in him, like maybe recognition, or a sense of things to come.

     elisabeth doesn't usually go out of her way to do things for other people, but for once, she feels kind of b a d. that and she just wants this line to fucking move.        so, she'll push her way to the front of the queue and slip a ten dollar bill over the counter. "don't worry, it's on me."