starter: ariana
“anytime.” ariana’s face brightened up as she smiled. for some reason, she felt like yasir wasn’t as bad as he claimed he was, she strongly believed it was environment around him that made him that way, and made him feel that as well. her eyes then dropped as she shrugged lightly and drew another doodly face, this time a sad one. “well yea, i’m just a weirdo lady who works non-stop and annoys poor strangers with talks, the sad club girl, you know?” she chuckles exposing a little tea on herself. “also, i’m apart of illuminati and i eat souls.” she tried to say it as serious as she could, referring to some dumb gossip she just read about herself a few days ago.
“Sure you are...and I’m the son of deadly drug trafficker.” He says seriously telling the before laughing like it was a joke. “Your very convincing you almost had me there.” He says nodding his head. “You don’t seem sad though... I met sad ass people before.”













