ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ She's already running inside, slamming the door. Relasing the biggest sigh to escape her lungs. ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ' God, it's the fuckin' shank at the bank! ' She's already slaming her head right on a pillow. That made it clear, she's not going anywhere. ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ❛︎ Yeah not now anyways, the dumb broad call the cops as soon as stepped in! It ain't like I was robbin' the joint!. . ❜︎ Turning on her back, obviously still frustrated, she glanced up at the ceiling. If she could scream right now she would. ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ