loganayer:
logan’s brow raised at the loud noise from the table behind him. turning over, he asked, “ah, would… would chips provide any relief? they’re kettle corn-flavored.” one of his arms extended to offer the open end of a plastic bag. “what, if I may ask, is causing your misery?”
☆*.:。. ana eyed the bag of chips that the male offered her. her lips forming a pout. “ i’m kind of mad that you offering chips actually did make me feel slightly better. chips cannot be the answer to all problems. ” she reached into the bag and pulled out a chip, popping it into her mouth. “ this project for school. it’s a short film. i just can’t seem to get the editing the way i want. it looks choppy and disgusting. ”















