* STARTER CALL. , @saefety
lithe digits comb through andrea’s golden locks and wave from where judith sat behind her. voice soft ‘neath the sounds of LATE NIGHT. tranquil, serenity, and rosy lips were pulled to smile, nonetheless. digits are traded for the brush, ❛❛ your sister sounds pretty .. ❜❜ and in moments like these, where the world of TURMOIL / ACHE, gives way to conciliate. and she can breathe.
❛❛ you know, it’s funny , i’ve always wanted a sister ! i had a doll. which, i mean, you know, is not the same thing. but still. UM. what was your sister’s name ? mine was bonnie. the - the doll, not me. ❜❜
