@musesinmyhead | | ~ gets a random starter from Snow to Archer
Snow was laying upside down the sofa with her legs dangling on the top, and head over the cushion. They were pulling an all nighter for rewrites, and she just couldn’t stop focusing on the fact that she needed to be in a sugar rush to be effective. “Are you sure you’re all out of fruit loops? Oh! How about twizzlers.” She pushed her feet up against the couch and flipped backwards onto her feet. There was a very big possibility she’s always been this flexible but she can’t remember if she’s demonstrated that yet to Archer. “I’m gonna check your kitchen. Do you want anything while I’m peeking through your cabinets and fridge?” she asked aloud as if she owned the place. 8 hours could do that to you.
