#thalia.open

thalia was stubborn and goal oriented at most. she had lost froggie a while back, too obsessed over winning that goddamn giant frog plush, that she had spent pretty much all the change in her wallet. but she had been so close this last time, that giving up didn’t feel like an option. the tent owner stood there, judging her with a hand on their hip as she thought of something to do. “i’ll be right back,” thalia said in a tone that clearly meant business, then ran off until she found somebody she knew– even if vaguely. “can i borrow a dollar?” she smiled up at them. “or... maybe two– maybe five? preferably in singles?” the doe eyes always worked, so she had to try. “please?”