@D0LLBREAKER https://t.co/FajfBxyrSK
honestly one of the cutest and most fun accounts I've found in this verse. I always get giggly when I get to interact with you (the like two times we have lmao).
"well don't you look like shit. though job?" the ripper's door was wide open, Bloom sitting on the other side of the counter, watching the show as the woman dropped exhausted outside of her shop.
making her way through the doorframe, her right hand extended towards her as +
dragging feet, barely upright. boots scuff until anya finally drops herself down on a bench. still in uniform, all bloodied and battered .. โ her helmet barely wiggles free and is sat on her lap before she pulls her hair cover down.
a smoke. a drink. a huff of something.
what's an artist without a name for their art piece?
(hand landed softly on the model's chin, thumb softly placed against her bottom lip.)
give me something more, I need to make these losers pop before the ten minute mark.
(she gave her a wink, teasing smirk on her lips.)