( EIGHTIESPHONE ):
a frown curves onto glossed scarlet lips.
❝ you’re not helping. ❞ ( she’s acting as if she didn’t have enough money to just THROW INTO THE WIND && buy another bag. she’s fortunate enough to be able to buy several of the same bag without a worry. delicate, though frustrated fingers are ran through blonde hair. ) ❝ … DID YOU ? ❞
❛ sorry. ❜
he palms around under the bed for a few more minutes, unsuccessful. he can’t imagine it would be anywhere else, but his words hit him a little harder than he wishes for them to. her question sets realization alight in his eyes.
right.
his head pops back up from the side of the bed, staring toward the doorway as he thinks, HARD, to try and make sure he hadn’t made the dumb mistake of leaving her bag behind.
❛ ... i might have ? ❜

















