Jun 2, 2023
@finalsurvivorgrp
“You know, it’s actually pretty rude to keep staring at my arm.” Ash said, quickly turning from whatever shitty brand name cereal he was stocking on the shelf, to find whoever was watching him. He froze slightly, pointing his good arm at her. “I recognize you,” he started climbing off of the step stool. “Don’t tell me. Were you in 14th century England recently? Or have I tried hitting you up on twitter,” he attempted to flirt smoothly.