🎨 ❝ ᵇᵒᵘʳᵇᵒᶰ ᵇʳᵒʷᶰ ᵉʸᵉˢ

          the dishes were cleared in a matter of moments; this place had a dishwasher so she didn’t have to clean them herself. she wiped down the table and headed off to dress herself: short overalls stained in paint with leggings to cover up the scars on her thighs and enough bracelets to cover up the ones on her wrists. she loved teddy and phoebe, but they were young, and they weren’t ready to hear about the BUMPS and hiccups in her past --- or maybe she wasn’t ready to SHARE it, not ready to see the fear and disappointment in their eyes just yet. “one second, master!” she answered from her own bedroom, pulling messy strands of hair into an even messier bun. it took her that long to get to the tally board, eager for both her rewards and the proud look in his eyes.

          she didn’t see HOW it was kind; she wasn’t the one paying for the tickets, and it wasn’t her idea. he should be thanking his mom. but she smiled anyway, because there was something infectious about his joy. seeing him happy always made her happy, too. “i would love to.” she was a tall woman; she didn’t have to stand on her toes to peck his lips. “you’re not supposed to know though. don’t tell your mom i told you, sir, please.”

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