The little reaper peeked up from the ground, her raven haired pin-head poking out from their shadow. "How's the weather up there?" She jeered in a forced falsetto.
Raoul leaped back, spouting curses in Spanish.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“ SO what’s the plan now that you’ve stuff yourself with pastries?”
“Eh–dunno. What do you want to do now that we’re both fed?”
“There’s a new club I was hoping to check out”
“Oh hell yeah. I’m up for clubbing!”
He laughed. “ I appreciate your enthusiasm ”
She beamed, wiping some milk off her lip. “Haven’t turned up since–fuck I don’t even remember.”
Raoul chuckled. “ Well I can tell. How about we head there in an hour. That’s plenty of time to get ready”
"Sounds good to me--" Seph nodded in agreement. She needed oodles of time to glow up.
