Jul 17
WHERE . . . their residence. WHEN . . . just before midnight.
" don't lie right to my face, pear. " her gaze has yet to wander, but once it does she looks to @pathshroud with a churn of of disdain. it doesn't take long for her to turn that gaze into action. snapping to attention on both feet, she stomps over towards her similar, warped mirror image and snatches her keys. " you're tired. you can take a break ... i haven't seen you miss a singular day since we got here. like, actually, take a break. " the keys dance between her fingers as she shuffles back. " what, afraid i blew all my money ? "