"ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʀᴀᴅᴇ Qᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ." ~ ɴᴏᴛ ɴᴇᴡ ᴛᴏ ʀᴘ ~ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟ ɪɴ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ~ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ~ ꜱʜɪᴘꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʜᴇᴍɪꜱᴛʀʏ ~ ᴘʟᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ʙᴀɴᴛᴇʀ/ᴅᴍ'ꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴ

Why does he feel like he forgot something...

Whoops. Did he happen to forget something involving Evelyn Deavor?

“For your information, I’m on my way back to DevTech as we speak. A week goes by fast doesn’t it? I made sure to pick up your favorite.”

“I know you do.” There the limo was just pulling into the drive way as the door opens for the founder of the company accompanied by his butlers whisking in his various bags.

“I’ll be there in thirty. How about that? Also, I’m bringing food. I can’t remember the last time I saw you eat.”

After showering and unpacking everything forty minutes had past but he was currently on his way.

Knock. Knock.

>:(

Thanks to Winston his sister is off of house arrest. There was a /big/ chunk of money thrown into this.

Eve, you can’t have it your way. Be grateful he even had this happened. “Well? Isn’t there something you want to tell me?”

“You’re welcome. Try not to fuck it up. I’m rooting for you." A snicker before wrapping arms around his sister in a tight hug.

“Don’t forget about your support therapy. Tell you what, Eve...with every single and group you go to I’ll deposit ten grand into your new account of course I’ll have phone conferences to make sure you’re doing what you’re supposed to do. Sound like a plan????”

“Perfect. It’s decided then. Oh please, do you remember the piano lessons???? The karate classes???? Violin lessons? You gave up going after a week.” A scoff snickering some with a casual roll of his eyes.

Sliiiiiides her her new card with exactly ten grand to start out with. He’s already built up her credit again.

Goddamnit, Eve. thewarriorofthewinter.tumblr.com/post/177104750….

Snorts before taking yet another sip of his whiskey. /𝙎𝙋𝘼./

no.

Yessssss, someone make Elastigirl candles.