@mintyghoulette
His arms were full with a box of items, handed him to him by a tired and overworked sister of sin with instruction to take it to the den mother. The box rattles as he walks, making him wonder just what was inside though he doesn’t even entertain the idea of opening it to find out. He’d asked the sister, only to be snapped at in a testy voice: “Doesn’t matter, just take it to Mint.”
He comes the den mother’s door, shifting the box to hold with one hand so he can knock with the other, settling back to wait till she opens the door.
“Mint,” he asks as a short ghoulette opens the door, “One of the sisters asked me to bring you this. Where shall I set it down?”













