Oct 25, 2021
@trashydemigodmess
“What’s the name of your old-sona?” Devin asked Logan as she finished adjusting the cheap powder grey wig on her head in the mirror. She grinned at her reflection and wiped her hands on the ugly woollen sweater she had found the day prior to complete her old lady costume. She couldn’t remember the inspiration behind their idea to dress up like elderly people and hang out, but who was she to question where the twists of fate wanted to lead her? “I’m feeling like a Mabel. No– scratch that, Helga.”