#overtiime

[moralisia-blog]

if ur leon and u don’t have an egg stuck to your butt don’t even talk to me

[raccooncity-blog1]

“Don’t sell yourself short. You did great back then, too. It’s been, what? Five years since I’ve seen you? Feels like yesterday. Did you come up on Hunnigan’s call?”

[moralisia-blog]

❛ my brain has too many tabs open. ❜

ʚɞ. sentences.

“The brain’s plasticity expands the more it learns.”

Ada sets down another book. She’s read that one already. Her finger runs through the spines on the shelves, nail ticking along the seconds of an old analog clock. It’s missing a glass cover, and dust clings to the hands. Looking closely, one of the roman numerals has been drawn in.

“In other words, you’re getting smarter, Miss Graham.”

Ada pulls out a book bound in leather and golden lining, now faded to a dirty copper. Opening the cover, the smell of sour paper rushes up her nose. It’s more rustic than everything else in here, including the structure of this office, built in the 70′s or 80′s.

The Laws of Calcitonin Pharmacology, says the cover. She hasn’t read this.

“The downside is,” Ada says, setting herself on Ashley’s desk. The book lands heavily next to her, used as a stand for her arm to rest on.    

“You’ve sacrificed your hygiene for it. You can’t expect me to help someone who smells like expired fish, can you?”