“Indiana Jones. Can’t say that I’ve heard of you. I’m Lara Croft.”

“You must be a very important if people know you, mate.”

Remind her to not go drinking till 2am. Lara stumbles from her bedroom and into the kitchen.

“Bloody hell!” She jumped at the voice. “You’re lucky I have a hangover, mate.” She reached for a cabinet and pulled out some Tylenol. “Who are you? Why are you in my home? And why should I not shoot you?”

She’s just casually walking through a museum with her journal in hand.

“Serbia..”

|: I refuse to let this account die.

|: Aw!!!! That’s so sweet.

|: Deleted all of my DMs, sorry to those that had just general conversations going, and starting new.

“How are we tonight?”

“Bloody birds!”

“Ever existing! I’d like to drink my tea on the patio, but some Robin twats decided to build a nest.”

“They are a nuisance.”

|: The Wisconsinite is coming out. Been drinking since 10 this morning. From the beer garden to a bar.

“Wolves don’t incessantly chirp.”

“Tea?”