— * . annie
SHE DOESN’T HAVE work today, and so her usual distraction from her problems is gone for the next twenty-four hours. it does mean she was able to sleep in, however, and that is always something she appreciates, especially in the colder months when she just wants to curl up in her bed beneath the warm covers. the only reason she has left her room at all is because her mother wanted her to go grocery shopping, and she rarely says no to her mother’s requests, especially nowadays. the least she can do is help out wherever possible, she thinks.
while her original intention was to make a beeline for the supermarket where she knows there has to be some sort of heating, she can’t help but stop when addressed. she is always glad to see a familiar face and smiles when they offer the little gingerbread man. surely the groceries can wait just a little, right ?? ❝ sure, i don’t see why not. ❞ and besides, she loves sweets.
— WHEN SHE ACCEPTS THE REQUEST , Shiloh gives perhaps an even wider smile of relief because hey , business is business and of course does it occupy their time while they’re sitting out her in the cold. They at least don’t have to focus on the wintry wind biting at their nose & cheeks and the holiday stress that is weighed upon their shoulders ; it’s a relief , and it’s also a nice way to try and make a friend. Because of course , lord knows that Shiloh could use some of those.
❝ Awesome !! Awesome , I . . . ❞ It’s obvious they’re excited ; they almost trip over themselves as they reach to push towards the decorating items towards her , screwing on plastic frosting tips to multiple bags and laying out containers of sprinkles and candies. ❝ You can use whatever you want here ; I even made my own little guy here , you see ?? ❞ They hold up their own little gingerbread cookie , a spiky-haired blonde mullet-sporting gingerbread man in a long , black coat. A blue instrument thing is drawn on poorly with frosting , but it’s still cute. ❝ He . . . doesn’t look that good , but I tried. ❞