scvlped / andi
andi knew that splurging on all these new materials she actually didn’t need wasn’t a good idea but once she was in a craft store she couldn’t help herself, and trying to carrying it all to her apartment in one trip also was a bad choice but she did it anyway. even after her uber driver offered to help her out, she was thankful but wasn’t about to let a strange man into her place. with all her new things pilling it up on her arms made it impossible for her to see where she was going and with no surprise she was tripping over her on feet and dropping everything on the ground “fudge nuggets!”she exclaimed as she feel. the blonde sat on the ground for a second before huffing and getting up on her feet, mumbling angry words at the floor andi started to pick stuff up and looked up at the people around her throwing to a sheepish smile to no one in particular “sorry,” she shrugged and propped up a small canvas.
“totally fudge nuggets.” more like completely fucking tragic, but whatever floated your linguistically childish boat sabine guessed. the skirt she was wearing was absolutely not bending friendly, so she knelt down instead, keeping her balance in a way that meant nothing except her shoes had to suffer touching the floor. los angeles was a filthy city, dirtier than the television and all those tabloid dreams ever let you knew. she could have left it alone, probably would have, but sabine had proposed that for her new year resolution she’d undertake one good deed a day... she was two weeks overdue, and she figured helping the blonde girl out would be more than enough to atone for that. besides, her manicure was already ruined and chipped from work, and she had hand-sanitizer on her key chain and in her bag. “so are you an artist or something? or simply running an underground supplies store out of your apartment?”









