*there’s a beeping sound at the door, and then it opens. emma is standing at the entrance, covered in gunk from the vents and slightly out of breath. the goos are at her feet.*
hi! sorry that took a minute, had 2 backtrack a bit.
Mocha grins and ruffles her hair to get most of the gunk out.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it! Lets blow this popsicle stand! Preferably without settin’ anything off. I’m so done with this place.”












