𝓝𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝓟𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐒.

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ‧₊˚ ⠀. . . 𝑵𝑨𝑵𝑪𝒀 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑹 !! ㅤㅤ𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘦. xitter.cf/i/events/1525512166090…

/ I'm still around guys, just waiting for this heatwave to pass over so I can focus properly on replies/this account as a whole. Give me a couple of days and then I should be back 🥺

"It's for your own good." A palm is extended, her fingers curling, indicating she wanted him to give up the cigarette in his hand, aware of the high chance he'd refuse.

"... No." Barely blinking to avoid her lie being detected, Nancy folds her arms. "But this isn't about me. This is about you and that death stick."

Her lips take the shape of an unimpressed frown as she wafts idly at the smoke that still clings to the air around her. "Those things will kill you."

Coughs. Splutters. Gross, Munson.

ㅤ ㅤㅤDoes the *𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 not know this is a library? Do they 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 to 𝒆𝒂𝒕 so loud? ㅤ

Despite her tiredness, Nancy's fully alert. "Purple, huh? You know what, I may have a purple top that could fit you. It's old, definitely not the latest fashion, but it'd fit the colour scheme you're going for." Her head tilts. "You want it?"

For her, and only this once, she'll make an exception of putting her coffee drinking second to conversation. Outfit crisis? What kind of outfit crisis are they talking about here?

. . . If that's the case, bring the coffee along to talk to her. Why? Is there a life or death situation that requires her attention?

Good morning. Nobody talk to her until she's had her fix of coffee.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒. ㅤ

/ ignore