don’t join a cult today, okay? wait til tomorrow.
the last podcast on the left. / accepting.
❛ well that’s no fun! ❜ she laughs, rolling her eyes with amusement as she tosses the pamphlets down onto the table. ❛ now what am i supposed to do until tomorrow? how can i waaait? ❜
bell’s voice is overdramatic as she drops into the chair, the back of her palm coming to rest on her forehead as she tilts her head back with all the theatricality of a victorian woman in distress. she can only hold the pose for a moment before she dissolves into giggles, slipping her hand into her hair as she sits up straight and glances down at the ( impressively? embarrassingly? ) large pile of three-fold handouts she’d accumulated during her walk. she shoots bruce a sheepish grin as she reaches out and flicks the top of the pile, toppling it over with a quiet giggle. she glances up at him, brown eyes shining.
❛ for your information, i’m not going to join a cult. ❜ and yet, the actual reason feels almost more embarrassing to admit. biting the inside of her cheek, she feels the tips of her ears grow hot. ❛ i just — i feel bad saying no, you know? they’re standing out there all day, the least i can do is take their pamplets, even if i’m not gonna, like, read them. ❜