#autohalo

[idletongue]

open to. @autohalo's aspen camire ! setting. prismatic spiritual shop, late afternoon.

      bellamy hardly considered themselves the religious type. sunday school was nothing but a formality, something to do to get out of the house and leave their mother with an empty nest, one day a week — marrow's free substitute for sunday morning babysitting. even so, they still stumbled into prismatic, all-willing, perhaps buying into the hokey nature of new age metaphysics in search of a crystalline bandage that may, somehow, at least soothe the nerves. at worst ? a pretty rock to stare at. aspen's attendance wasn't expected, either, not like they knew her more than the occasional run in, but something pulled them towards the other, more than usual — an uncharacteristic fondness usually reserved for long-time friends, those who've known them enough for the comfort to take root. " how's your sleuthing going ? " they prodded, playfulness marking bellamy's tone, idly picking up and examining every stone that caught their attention. " do these help with that ? the, uh ... rocks. "

[unsaccharine]

@autohalo [kiwoo]

She arrived at Kiwoo's door, dressed up as always, smiling with false cheer. The sombre air was disagreeing with her hair and frankly, she was tired of how terrible she felt. Always on the verge of yelling or crying and making a scene the likes of which Marrow had never seen before, the kind of thing they'd gossip about for years to come. So, the solution to soothing her fraying nerves, she decided, was Kiwoo. Well, he was the one person she ever thought to find whenever she had a problem anyway.

“HERMIT POLICE!” She started banging on the door, uncaring for any other inhabitants that might be inside that wasn't Kiwoo. She was usually a little nicer about coming over uninvited, but, like she said, she was feeling terrible lately, and sometimes a girl needed a little release. “KIWOO SUH COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!”