#sullyvane.

alyssa was about to meet a friend when she had suddenly noticed sullivan in the lobby. the blonde originally was going to ignore him and not say much.. it was almost as if she just couldn't help from having something to say. " you haven't moved out of here yet ? ” a drop of curiosity evident in her tone on the look of confused features. "and i was having such a good day before having to run into you here. "

hadley glanced over at sullivan and then let out a sigh. " oh come on !  what did it look like from there ? “ a raise of her eyebrow had followed along with her words, crossing her arms over her chest. ” all i did was carry in a few boxes. i may have almost tripped over my own feet as i brought them in. but i'm fine.. see, i managed to do it ! " she was carrying boxes into the bakery for inventory on a few things. it may have looked like she needed help. but honestly ? she felt as though she was handling it just fine on her own.

martina purses their lips at the sight in front of them;  it’s a displeased gesture,  a judging one.   they don’t like what they’re seeing,  at least,  not the last three outfits that had appeared on the runway.   they sigh,  rolling their eyes as another hideous assembly appears from behind the wall at the start of the catwalk.   “   what’s with fashion and these monstrous ideas ?   ”   they turn to sully,  knowing very well they would find understanding in him.   “   i mean,  why would someone want to use pants like those ?   or that …  jacket,  if we can call it that.   ”   martina,  as a designer,  has always been someone who prefers function over form,  practicality over aesthetics,  however,  that doesn’t mean they don’t have the eyes and the proper training to judge poor fashion decisions.   their eyes return to the walking man,  whose pose is gracious and perfect,  yet their fit is atrocious,  and they make a gagging sound.   “   i can’t believe we choose to come here voluntarily.   ”