" you're a tennessee boy! where are your southern manners? " one hand on her hips.

she knew that it would restore her appetite! sliding the whole thing in front of her.

flashes ivories in his direction ; twirling the wildflower between her fingers before opting to put it into shortened tendrils.

" well , for ness of course! i wanted to show her that i quite the pastry chef back in my day. " setting it on the counter.

what if she went to ABBA night at the disco lounge?

/ you saying that right in front of my salad?

bella! just the gal she wanted to see! menacingly gravitating towards her closet.

s m i r k s.

she's already putting together her outfit.

in go-go boots? oh, honey . . .

edwaaarddddd.

she never stopped.

the girls are fighting again.

/ ya'll. please remember my home in appalachia. so many counties are devastated due to the hurricanes. record flooding. landslides. roads completely gone.

now she's following , lithe footsteps pitter-pattering behind him on the dampened ground.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀☥ ⠀⠀⠀𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔦𝔣 ℑ’𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔞𝔡 𝔤𝔲𝔶 ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ㅤ'L̶I̶O̶N̶ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀a͟ ͟k͟i͟l͟l͟e͟r͟ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ╳╳ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐄. 𝐂. .ᐟ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀☥ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

/ am i making astrid deetz? absolutely.

giggling and twirling her hair.