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‘ it's actually pronounced as yo––––––yohann, with y, not j. yes i know it is written with ' j ' but when you say it, it uses ' y ' so ' yohann' not ' johann ' like jacob, it reads as ' yakob ' . . . okay, fuck you whatever, okay you can keep johann. ’
It’s reached the part of the night when everything is calm and still; when the flowers have drifted off into a well earned slumber yet the florist herself remains painfully awake. The world outside continues to turn, the hustle and bustle of a city that never sleeps so strangely detached from the serenity she finds herself in, yet still her mind swirls with thoughts too rapid and eclectic to slow down enough to rest.
❝Do you think potatoes ever get bored of wearing the same outfit?❞ Eyes trained upwards on the ceiling above, the brunette stirs as her hands tuck behind her head, wilfully staring at the faded and torn paper as if that alone could rival the sky she has yet to see. ❝I mean, it’s just jackets day after day. Maybe they want to mix it up… ❞
“Trivia time, deathlings. I forgot where I buried grandma.”
Spank Sona’s ass and see what happens.
It's Macaroni night at the Noodle shop. No, it doesn't quite make sense unless you know.
They heard you liked noodles in your noodles so they got you more noodles.
She's enjoying her monstrosity of a mac n cheese bowl (jalepenos, pickles, and what looks to have the consistency of nacho cheese). Let the sewer rat have some carbs, alright?
And she's people watching. Without watching directly. But she is definitely watching the older woman behind the counter as she stirs a pot with more noodles. The older woman pays her no mind, but Clarissa seems to be focused on her like a puzzle. It's a telepathic negotiation about doing the dishes as repayment for the disaster of a mac bowl.
2 hours. I know Natalie didn't even offer yesterday. 1 hour. That John boy will want you back home soon enough. 1 point 75 hours. It's too damn good for just 1 hour, Janet. You spoil us. 1 and half. Fine. Jiāoyì! Oh, smart girl is practicing, huh? For that boy you like? Maybe.
“whoa, i will spray you in the face if you take another step closer---!!” it’s not pepper spray or mace, just a really, REALLY strong magical spray sanitizer.
“AND JUST WHEN YOU THOUGHT I COULDN’T GET ANY SMALLER!”
