#wealthworn

              she rolls her eyes .       ❛    it doesn’t   matter .   the waves still   EBB  &  FLOW ,   people keep dying  &  being born ,   so what   ?   ❜     she’s of the   nothing - really - matters   type , if you couldn’t tell .

          laughing, she charges after him, one hand clamped harshly on her hat to keep it on top of her wild curls.    ❛  ay up, kidda – chill y’ beans, i’m comin’ as well !  ❜    however childish it may seem, two assistants barrelling down a road in search of clues and adventure, this is how lucy liked it – out of alfendi’s stuffy office, with company just as excitable as she was.    ❛  this well i’n’t fair, you ‘ad an ‘eadstart and you’ve got less t’carry !  ❜    her bag bangs on her hip, surely to leave a bruise, but she doesn’t care, not when there’s a mystery to solve. 

        while a little rain-splattered, she’s on the whole fairly dry. ( her floral rain boots are, however, a little muddy. she did wipe them off, but there’s only so much you can do ! ) her brown hair is mildly frizzy, & she hasn’t yet gotten some of the rain off her glasses. but she appears quietly, the only empty seat next to someone. ❝ --- s-sor-r-rry, i-is an-nyon-ne ? ❞ she points to the seat.