#gnnablow01.

[ruinaa-arc-blog]

          @gnnablow / starter call.

          “okay,” she slides the plate across to him, glances back to make sure her last table is leaving like they said they would be, and sits down across from him. “–– i’m not trying to pry or anything, y’know, but –– do you wanna tell me what’s going on? really?”

[scriose]

         ‘ do i smell of smoke? ’ he does! there’s nothing he can do about it, this far from home, so chris has chosen the wrong time to get self-conscious. ‘ i don’t feel right doing this when i smell of smoke. ’

@gnnablow,  sc.

[ruinaa-a-blog]

          & --- --- @gnnablow / sc.

          “you know,” she lifts the coffee pot in her hand, careful to keep it away from their table, “this stuff isn’t a miracle worker. it’s only gonna do so much.”

[dirtypawarc]

@gnnablow.

          “  incredible.  Ten out of ten.  Keep it up,  kid.  “

[stllls-blog]

         ‘ --- uh, we’re not open, dude. you’re early. ’ the unturned key in the door and ‘--OSED!’ visible just behind his head aren’t what he’d call minor context clues. ‘ i have to preheat the grills. ’

@gnnablow,  sc.