I Solomonly Swear (That I’m Up to No Good) 🍑 [Rotten Peach]
@arawnprydain
It had only been two days, thank you very much. Because, despite being rather wishy washy and easily distracted, two things had kept Peach on task for this particular mission:
1) The fact that Scary Guy(TM), was fucking scary. And she was pretty sure he would actually, like, try to fuck her up or something if she didn’t Comply With Demands or whatever.
2) She was intrigued. Simple as that. Her curiosity had been piqued. And Peach’s curiosity was a dangerous beast. Curiosity killed the cat, after all.
So, here she was, on the evening of the second day, tromping through the graveyard, because the Scary Guy(TM) had not given her his name or any way of contacting or finding him. Going back to the place she had first met him seemed like the best way to find him. She kind of wanted to impress him, take the initiative, y’know?
She didn’t know why she had that urge. Maybe, because she always wanted to impress people. Because if she impressed people, they would actually like her. If she impressed people, they’d want to keep her around.
Even the Scary Guy(TM).
“HEY, Scary Guy(TM)!!” she called once she had sufficiently entered the graveyard. It was an hour or so before sunset, the sky all orange and pink, the clouds hanging lightly, clinging to the sunset like one of those flimsy white curtains that, like, all old ladies had hanging in their kitchens.
“Are you here?!” she called, “I have that info you want!!”