𝘋𝘰 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝙖𝙣𝙭𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘋𝘰 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙧?

| like this for april's opinion of your muse. | ○○○○○ — interest ○○○○○ — attraction ○○○○○ — friendship ○○○○○ — hatred ○○○○○ — fear ○○○○○ — would let them meet her dogs low – ●●●●● – high

Inner-city rooftop. Decaying apartment building full of sad people. April peers over the ledge at the streetlights below and wonders how long it would take her to smash onto the pavement.

Yanking an equally annoyed Munches to her side as she storms out of a small store. "I wasn't even going to DO anything! I didn't ask anyone for SHIT." She barks at the employee glaring at her from the door. "Fuck you, man. Your store sucks. So do you."

Wrapping duct tape around a backpack strap and sighing. One of the dogs gnawed it in half. This is her only backpack.

| like to see how compatible your muse is with april |

Running her fingers over fresh cigarette burns on her upper thigh and wincing at the pain. She likes it.

She can't feel anything, do not disturb.