❞ ficrivs:
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—— └ ‘ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ferris wheel at some point. and food. lots of FOOD. that’s the point of coming to a fair. but, what do we do first? ’ speaking to her companion as she ambled through crowds of people. fi waited for something to catch her eye. thin fingers clutched a polaroid camera as she weaved and dodged being run into. ‘ i say food, but maybe that’s because my stomach is actually growling and i think i saw fried pickles. yes, fried pickles. the best thing in the world. ’
the mention of food was enough for her ears to perk up, attention caught with the fewest of words. brown eyes darted from random directions, seeking out the first stand to catch her eyes with the intent to grab hold of the other and pull them in that direction with her. this plan was halted, however, eyes widening and head nodding in agreeance with the other. ❝ there aren’t many things i wouldn’t do for a good fried pickle and carnivals have the best fried food, so that’s definitely the way to go. besides, the growls coming from both of our stomachs might be enough to scare everyone away. ❞ which was accompanied by the sound of her roaring laughter.









