@charlestonstarters // open
THERE IS NOT ONE MOMENT where cherry is completely still, physically or mentally need to be stimulated all the fuckin’ time. from streaming for far too long just to be able to talk to scrolling sentences through a chat or roaming different places of business just to make conversation with workers who were quite literally paid to be kosher with her. so maybe that’s why she is up at 2am, humming her way through different aisles of the 24 hour convenience store down the street from her to cure her craving for ice cream. in classic cherry fashion, she took her sweet fucking time looking over all the flavors before catching sight of an unfortunate bystander in the in the freezer area with her. “late night munchies too?” she attempts at greeting, lightly shrugging towards the colorful assortment of sweets with a smile. “or not munchies - scratch that. let’s call it late night cravings.”