ThugWorkout wrote:
eleanor put her stuff away in her little cupbaord under sink. she had put a big stick on it, saying 'ELL'S STUFF, TOUCH IT AND YOU WILL GET HURT' in her fancy girly writing. and it was true. she depended on that stuff. she washed her hands clean a few times and turned the kettle on, getting out her cup, the one with butterflies on, and putting in the sugar and tea bag, waiting for the kettle to boil.
leon simply laughed at her, at her attempt at being so stubborn and harsh, but in reality her words had no effect on him at all. he leaned in the doorway, ruffling his extremely messy hair about. "no, I don't have a lighter, sooooorrry." he winked, smirking at her before jogging off to the bathroom and quickly shutting the door, before she came after him because sooner or later he knew she'd probably rip his head off.
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duuuudes i'm gonna go to sleep at life half past, wanna carry this on tomorrow ((later today)) too or??