✠ -Boston (like ten years later oops-)
Mara sat up, hearing a noise coming from another room. (Pfftt I’m going with this)
Mich pursed her lips, absently flipping the cup. “…No? Not working?”
“No, not working.”
She groaned. Then shrugged. “‘Kay. Well, I…actually don’t know? I guess it’s just one of those nights I didn’t want to be alone in a house, and Ivy wasn’t picking up, so I just…wound up here?”
"Well...next time call ahead of time."













