May 11
Open RP :3 (my first one, give me a bit of slack pls ;-;)
Carson was carrying some boxes around, likely filled with ammo for missions or something. His brows were furrowed in focus as he tried to remember where he was supposed to put the two different type of boxes he had to move around.
He checked the crate next to him, the box he had been holding sitting on his thigh with his hand making sure it wouldn’t fall.
“…ok, that’s food.”
Carson scrunched up his nose, it smelt bad but what was he gonna do? Do spend 50$ on a mela for himself? Hell no.
Carson put the box next to the crate and carried on, picking up a much larger box.
