❛ are you sure you can do this on your own? ❜
@psychedelicsunflwr
"Uh..." Moving was definitely something familiar. At this point, Mariposa considered herself to be a goddamn expert in moving all of her shit from point A to point B in damn near record time. She'd moved so damn much in the past ten years that it had to be some sort of record, especially with all of the shit the kids came with as they shuttled from apartment to apartment (or, well, sometimes to couch but she liked to think they were hopefully past those days). This move had been something of a surprise, a landlord issue, and the time crunch was a little more pressing than usual. Still fine, though. She still made it work. She always made it work. The truck had been mostly unloaded, she was exhausted and all she really wanted was a shower and a cigarette. Almost done, and she'd done most of it on her own. "....Going with a solid probably here, but if I could get you to open the door and lure you upstairs with the promise of beer and pizza I think I'd be in much better shape."
















