littlemiss-mochachinoā:
All Out on the Table || Open
Mocha was sitting in the library. It was too hot to read outside (especially with her hair down and at itās full volume) and she still avoided the nook. She couldnāt sit there and be productive. She would either glance at the old chair John used to sit at while it was empty, thinking about him, or sheād get irrationally angry when someone didĀ dare to sit there and get nothing done.
Although it was summer and she didnāt have classes, she just felt like the quiet was a good place to think in between writing down little bits of prose for her next poem, Mocha knew her time at Pride U was winding down and sheād have a decision to make. Interpride or her happiness. Family or alone. Making some sort of amends with her mother or causing an even bigger rift.
In any case, she was sitting at a very large table, a surface where she could lay out all that she was thinking about in front of her. Bits of paper with words scribbled on them. Books she was in the middle of reading. A laptop with e-mails on it about the various Interpride opportunities her mother always sent her.
She knew the library was starting to fill out and that eventually someone would invade her solitary large table so it came to not surprise when she glanced up and saw someone setting their things down near her at her table.
With the summer sun shining, no school meant Pearl could focus a bit more on her personal projects. One of them wasĀ āØĀ fashionĀ āØ which, while she didnāt necessarily have an urge to major in but she liked working on anyway. Today the theme was summer of course, and she had gone to the library for some air conditioning and to get out of the house.Ā
Her supplies were admittedly slowly starting to swallow the table and she glanced at the woman sitting across from her.
āHi uh, can you move some of your stuff around?ā
outfit
