@asmedea: * “ cereal and alcohol does not count as dinner. ” SHES NOT A CHARACTER I WRITE BUT medeas mom
❝ i asked my roommate to cook. ❞ asked, then whined when he shut her down with no room to convince him otherwise ( as good as jack is at saying yes, he sure as hell knows how to say no when he wants! ). so : mara, left to her pathetic devices, the quickest idea of dinner she could make into reality at the time was a bottle of bacardi and the last bowl’s worth of their communal corn pops. all in all, it wasn’t the worst meal she’d spared the time for in the past week. ❝ he said no, like a total asshole. y’know, you think i’m a piece of work, you should really pencil him in for a visit. talk about daddy issues, it’s adorable. ❞ her lips crease into the tiniest of pouts, the tiniest of cries for age - old help : it’s all for show, all manufactured mara. a needed outpour of the drama stored in her system, if she’s to think of herself in mechanical terms and not in those of a tv star past her prime. ❝ it was filling and nutritious, i don’t see the issue. i feel good. do i not look good? ‘cause i feel great, and i’m pretty sure i look even better, so. no need to get all... huffy. ❞