Mar 6, 2019
(( ~ @jamesvbeircheart ~ ))
“My God, do not scare me like that.” She should have been used to it by now, the quiet footsteps of James that she could never hear unless she was trying. She’s realized that he tended to pop up at random times, with no schedule or warning for her, but the moment she’d least expect it, he’d show up. Or maybe he did, and Vivi just never cared enough to realize it. She put down the jars she was cleaning, getting up to survey the damage, if there was. “Did you bring back food?”