#killixgs

so, she’d tried to lift some puce nail polish from wahlgreen’s … SUE HER ! or alternatively, mind your own. he should’ve. and while mall cops were less villainous than your regular pig, odette knew better than to trust either. the one in question must’ve been following her through the store, because how else did she get caught ?     ——     HER ?     the woman who’d once made pickpocketing her sole income … now cornered by some bumbling, big - eared, incompetent security guard. well, she knew the next part by heart, too. deny, deny, deny.

1.) bored with himself.

nope, he loves himself. even though he looks like a burnt chicken nugget.... he loves himself. 

2.) wishes he was an artist ARTIST.

no, i think he’d get bored with that eventually. too much work and too little payoff, you know what i’m saying?

3.) stepped on a nail and moaned.

alden liked to people watch, especially at the mall. she would sit right in the middle of the food court and study everyone who entered her line of sight. there were a few familiar faces that she would see every time she paid a visit to the fort elms mall, and tucker was one of them. understandably, he was hard to miss. they’d never interacted before but she knew he worked security. so today, after finishing her weekly oreo mcflurry, she decided to approach him. jesus, he seemed a lot taller up close than he did from across the food court. eye contact had been made as she walked toward him, her smaller stature nearly making her insecure. what does alden do with insecurities? well, she projects them in a joking, lighthearted way. or that’s how she hopes it comes across. wouldn’t wanna be sent to MALL JAIL.

Eva rests her head on Oksana’s shoulder. “Fuck.” She says under her breath, staring at the discarded bloodied gauze on the floor. “That could have been a lot worse. Please do not wait that long to call me again.”