Pick Your Poison, Monday

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Eliot was doing shit, portal shit right now. Margo’s attention? Not exactly all the way on what was going on at the store.

She barely even noticed the bath bombs coming to life. She eyed her phone as they bounced around her, willing a message to arrive.

“C’mon, there’s got to be something to find.”

Comments

Re: Talk to Margo

[existencemisspent]

it's not Eliot agreed. but its still obnoxious

Re: Talk to Margo

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

it wasn’t even any of the good ones, Margo lamented. i smell like cheap fake lavender

Re: Talk to Margo

[existencemisspent]

ugh those things always smell like death

Or rather, like the little old lady's house down the road back in Indiana.