‘ hand sanitizer! we’re out of hand sanitizer! ’ ( I honestly don’t know but hi and your character is awesome and I just 😍 )
* family prompts || ﹡ . accepting . ✦
( for the life of me, i could not figure out what the big deal was about hand sanitizer. it wasn’t like good old-fashioned sopa and hot water woudln’t get the EXACT same job done, right? but, hey, who was i to judge. (apparently, however, i was suppose to take care of it.) which, when it all came down to it, made me feel needed. and more importantly, that i could do something R I G H T for once.
or, that’s how i tended to look at my life. anxiety was a real bitch to live with, but i definitely came out with g o o d moments, all the same. and, whos to say hand sanitizer wasn’t claire’s t i c k ? and what would the harm be in me going to get her some new hand sanitizer? surely that was the L E A S T i could do for the poor thing. see, i could be a good friend at times. )
hannah couldn’t help but let annoyance mix in with the c o n f u s i o n on her face, as she turned her head and looked over at claire. at first glance, she couldn’t figure out why hand sanitizer was such a big D E A L, but settled on the idea of her being a germaphobe.
silently, she pulled her purse towards her as she began to rummage through its contents, seeing if the s m a l l bottle of sanitizer her grandmother had given her a month prior was still there - never having been touched before. she had never realized just how many T H I N G S one could possibly fit into a purse, let alone what she fit in hers. !G O L L Y! this is probably what her father had always meant when he referred to her as a pack rat her entire life. it wasn’t like she meant to keep this many things in her purse. oh, hey, there was her favorite nail polish she thought she had lost last month!
she knew she was getting close to the bottom of her bag, knew she was almost out of places for the small bottle to be f o u n d, and when she was finally starting to give up hope, her fingers lightly brushed around what she knew was either the top of what was either a bottle of lotion, or what was the bottle of hand sanitizer she was searching for. thankfully, it was the latter. with a P L E A S E D grin upon her face, hannah produced the bottle from her bag and gripped it triumphantly. ‘ here, claire. i suppose you can refer to me as your F A I R Y G O D M O T H E R now. lucky thing my grandmother made such a fuss about me keeping this in my bag at all times. ‘
her blonde locks flowed through the air as she twisted her head to look up at her company. her arm outstretched, bottle C L A S P E D around the bottle as she offered it out to claire silently, a small smile curving at the corners of her mouth. ‘ you can keep that, if you’d like to, you know. ‘
