“ whatever it is... no, i don’t want any. ” she barely looks up as she speaks, not that she needs to with her nose. in her travels ana’s found that seeing the same individual more than once is always a bad sign part of which is usually her own doing, not that she’d admit it aloud. sighing and adjusting her back against her seat, she relents. she’s been caught for the most part, she’ll have to assess the situation and find an out on the fly. good fucking luck.
“ what, ya’ stalkin’ me or something? ” in other words, how did you find me and how can i avoid it in the future?
@killsvamps / sc.












