ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ you know what i like about rich kids .ᐣ 𝑵͟𝑶͟𝑻͟𝑯͟𝑰͟𝑵͟𝑮. ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ

𝓷o, she has no intention of leaving the penthouse—— not when she’s got a dream array of fruits, pastries and 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 earl grey tea for breakfast.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝕻͟𝙴͟𝚈͟𝚃͟𝙾͟𝙽͟ ͟𝕾͟𝙰͟𝚆͟𝚈͟𝙴͟𝚁 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

… and just like that she’s craving a 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐢. be it for the taste or the mind - numbing effects, the world may never know.

now question is … should they stay in and make their own at home or should they go out .ᐣ

it’s been months, which is a crime in itself. perhaps if she’d stop disappearing they wouldn’t have to go so long without their nightly escapades. how about king cole’s .ᐣ

I may be a lot of things, dan, but I’m no scrooge nor am I a grinch and the fact that you seem to think I wouldn’t bring you anything back is ( slightly ) * insulting. maybe I should keep it for myself instead.

𝓸f course the one night she has every intention of minding her own business, the 𝐫͟𝐞͟𝐚͟𝐝͟𝐞͟𝐫 decides otherwise. they should consider themselves 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 to even be acknowledged at all——

⠀⠀ ⋯ ⠀ཾ༵ 𑁍 〝 ⠀⠀

𝓽humbs skim over the keyboard on her phone, boredom etched onto porcelain features. 𝐠𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐩 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 has been rather quiet the past few days—— perhaps she should aid her revival .ᐣ

one word—— 𝒎𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒔. that’s it. that’s all she has to say.

…

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐂͟𝙰͟𝚃͟𝚁͟𝙸͟𝙾͟𝙽͟𝙰͟ ͟𝐂͟𝙾͟𝚁͟𝙳͟𝙴͟𝙻͟𝙻͟𝙰 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

𝓽he weather and her mood have never been more in sync—— 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 and unpredictable. even the ducks refuse her generous offering’s when the first drops fall from the sky.

together， intertwined， mouths bruised with love ﹠ souls bitten．