not quite sliced bread;
@rkluna
like she has been all month, eve hums her evaluation song under her breath even as she lies on her back on luna’s bed, holding her phone above her face as she scrolls absently through twitter. “popsockets are the best invention since the calculator,” she says, remembering how she always thought the calculator was the best invention ever when she was studying math in high school. “never again will there be a fear of randomly dropping your phone on your fa-”
she’s cut off when she tries to retweet something and her fingers slip from around the popsocket, allowing her phone to fall right onto her nose and ironically cutting her sentence short. she splutters at the surprise, her nose smarting in pain as she raises her hands, one to move her phone and lock the screen before she tweets something embarrassing, and the other one holding her nose. “ow,” she says simply. “guess i spoke too soon.”