#rm(p); threads

[strawberry-punch-protagonis-blog]

here’s a starter for @horneri

Rosa-Mei knew, knew, knew she had too much energy. That the energy would come back to bite her. She was willing to accept the mental and physical price six cups of black coffee.

What she wasn’t prepared for was someone else suffering for her caffeine crime. On the bright side, at least she wasn’t still carrying a coffee when her hands spasmed and she dropped books on a little kid’s head.

    “Oh sh- oh, I’m sorry baby girl, that’s my bad.” She temporarily ignored the mess she’d made in favor of crouching her huge self down next to the little girl, eyebrows knit and lips pressed together.

    “Are you hurt?”

[strawberry-punch-protagonis-blog]

@andiwillarriveviolently liked for a starter!

Just across from Riverside Flats, Riverside Apartments challenges it. Well, there’s no indication of that, but really, why else would they share a name and not a location?

Why didn’t Riverside Flats, the larger of the two establishments, simply eat the apartments? Unless they were really owned by the same company and were just suited to different types of people?

Rosa-Mei, muttering incessantly under her breath, dead to the world around her, barely felt it when she bumped into someone. Actually, she didn’t feel it at all, she only felt the ground under her palms as she failed to catch herself.

She blinked, genuinely startled now, and still a little out of it, then looked up at the smaller but sturdier woman she bumped into, a sheepish smile curling at her lips, hesitantly.

    “Eh, my bad, my bad. Guess there’s no point in asking if you’re alright when I’m on the ground and you aren’t, huh.”