@spoopythief || cont’d
Being on the run is beginning to take a toll on Peggy. She doesn’t need much sleep to begin with, but even she is beginning to feel exhausted. Pouring herself a cup of coffee strong enough to stand up a spoon in, she sits in the small, dingy kitchen, staring off into nothing until Scott walks into the room. “Morning, Scott,” she greets him, frowning slightly as she notices that he seems to be avoiding her eyes.














