Jul 5, 2020
it’s a quarter past one in the morning, the shop closed at midnight but nonetheless, adelia navarro was here scrubbing every last bit of the shop. she’d rather be here late than here early. mornings were never quite her thing anyways. truth be told, her thoughts weren’t exactly coherent. lines of art rather than actual words but all of it stops when she hears the door open despite the closed sign. she almost gets mad, ready to grab the bat on the side until she realizes who it is. ❛ hey --- you good? you kinda look like shit. ❜ / ♡ ——— @doomslayor.