#nofricnd

Auggie narrowed her eyes, not sure what emotion to settle on. Her brain went straight to anger, and she lunged forward, her chin doing all the movement. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she muttered, the sad part of her chest overtaking any malice that might have been in the words. It was more of a whine than anything, and she couldn’t fight the pout that settled on her lips. “I’m not even - how can you say that?” Sure, she’d had a little something to calm down after the rough day they’d had, but it was almost nothing compared to before. There was nothing that even needed to wear off, she was perfectly fine. “I’m fine - come on, I just want to see one movie.” 

Isaac checked his appearance in the front window of the office for the dozenth time that day--well, the first time there to be exact, but he had checked his reflection in the bus windows (twice--okay, four times, until the bus driver yelled at him), in a puddle, and in the back of his own cracked phone. He liked to think it was the lack of a true mirror--all the cracks and the distortions--that made his shirt look so wrinkled. He flattened it out again, the red button up he’d stolen from his father’s closet; in an attempt to look formal, he instead looked like a drowning rat in bunches of too-big fabric. But it would have to do. His first day started in two minutes.

He stepped into the office of Stark & Skylar incorporated, feeling even smaller as the ceilings rose up above him for ten, twenty, thirty feet. Watching over his shoulder as men in suits shuffled in and out with their briefcases, he nearly walked straight into the front desk. 

text: how else am i gonna say what im saying 🙄🙄🙄

“How did you– why were you inside it? River? Are you still breathing in there?”

“I don’t know?” River whined out, their voice muffled. “‘m breathing, just...I found a hole,” they explained, their nose pressed into a corner of the thing to breathe through the opening. “I think...my hair is stuck? In the zipper, I can’t reach it from in here.”