@mortuarymeals “Alright.” Voice soft, and there was worry on her features, but she didn’t want to pry.
“Well I can come back, I don’t want to get in the way.”
@mortuarymeals “oh. i guess that makes sense. we all want to be perfect for our parents. . .” setting the cat down with only a mild meow in protest.
“well, do you need any help?”
@mortuarymeals a little one handed wave, before it goes back to petting soup’s head, offering a smile of her own. she would patiently wait to speak, until the aids were found.
“hi. look at your hands! why are you in such a frenzy?”
@mortuarymeals brows furrow with a small frown, scooping soup up into her arms before wandering in to find him. eyes scan the newly scrubbed settings, before approaching, squatting down in his line of sight.