#mixxchaox

Send "Hey, little cutie" to see my muse as an eight year old.

Wanda looked up from where she was diligently sliding pastries to the front of the case. Anxiously, she glanced around, looking for someone to help the woman in front of her. Mama and Pietro were busy counting out change to a line of customers and the owner and his assistant were in the back trying to get second batches under way.

*sounds of mild concern*

Your muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and mine happens to pass by.

America heard the laughter, and the threads, and a couple gun safeties going off. She stopped, glanced into the dark alley where many shadows were standing. 

          Toni walked inside the store and took off her sunglasses with a flare, squinting at the books displayed while making her way to the counter. She hummed, leaning against the flat surface and tilting her head at Loki on the other side.

ρ: For my muse wanting to hurt your muse