Jul 11
Citlali had only wanted one quiet evening to herself. That had been the plan, at least, before someone inevitably came knocking with another problem they somehow expected her to solve.
She stared at the door for a few seconds, already debating whether pretending not to be home would actually work this time.
"...If this is about another vision, curse, prophecy or relationship problem, I’m charging extra." A short pause followed. "Bring alcohol."