closed for @kinkydcsires // based on (x)
“what do you want from me?”, the redhead asked arms crossed before her chest as she glares at them, “you know, i have better things to do than deal with this, right?” if you asked her, literally anything was better and more important than talking to them. she cocked her head to the side, eyes taking them in, trying to assess what could have made them talk to her all of a sudden without spewing some insult at her right away. impatiently red-lacquered fingernails tapped against her sweater impatiently. catherine had never been one who liked to be kept waiting and to be perfectly honest, the longer she waited, the worst her fears about what the topic of this conversation might be grew.














