WHITE TRESSES DRAPE DOWN FROM HER RECLINED HEAD, brushing upon the ground as she seems far too blasé for such a beautiful evening. slumped back against the chair, it's far too clear that she has indulged a little too much, the half eaten burger, with a wrapper that says burgatory on it, set in front of her with a strange... glisten to it. were burgers supposed to have that sort of filmy look? a thing that gives you a warning that it may likely be a risk to try, even if it looks relatively safe to eat?
hands rub her stomach up and down, legs swinging back and forth whilst doing so, as she looks over to spot the other. he seems strangely familiar, though in a way she can't quite put her finger on 一 it wasn't the looks so much as the feel. and yet, whatever that feeling was only serves to make him that much more of a target for all that she has plans to get up to in the moment.
❝ Heya there. ❞ she sounds sluggish, almost as if she could croak at any second, lifting her head to glance his way. ❝ Sooo, I can't eat the rest of this. And it'd be a real waste if it just got thrown away. Wanna do a guy a favor and finish it off? If you like it, I can give you... ❞ reaching up her shirt, it's as if it were magic that another, glistening burger appears in hand, held up riiiiight to his face. ❝ ... another one! ❞ surely he likes saliva as a condiment to his burger. if he could even figure out what it was to begin with, that was.
@tatteredcrest
