#moodelf

aida had her arms crossed as she listened to some random drunk at the tavern, bored out of her mind. her fingers rapped against the counter, and she sighed and orders another drink.

she was almost pissed. tillie was supposed to meet her here hours ago. or at least, it might have been hours ago. she had lost track of time - all she knew was that she was tired of waiting. 

tillie had told her to wait while she got aida’s bridesmaid outfit for her wedding. though, as much as she loved her widdle alchemist, she probably wasn’t going to wear it anyways. aida preferred stuff she could easily fight in. though, maybe tillie was considering that in her outfit choice?

aida took a swig of her drink - at that point she couldn’t give a fuck what she was drinking - and held her forehead while she groaned. how long could it take tillie to get an outfit?

aida heard the door open and shut, and her head shot straight up. she nearly fell from her seat spinning around so fast. her face had immediately lightened up, thinking tillie finally was here and ---

❝ Oh. Hi, Zander. ❞