[ a tiny snicker. the full service she's used to was granted quite excessively at the loft in which she was currently staying— room service was more like a full on bed and breakfast, at any time of the day. money was never something she had to worry about, and sure, often it was taken advantage of. what girl would pass down a bottle of crisp champagne and a silken robe left at the bed's edge?
as the saying goes, money doesn't buy you happiness. or safety. or the guarantee that you'll make it out alive. ] That's a much different wake up than I'm used to.
[ she takes the burger that's handed to her, curling her legs up indian style atop the couch and settling it at her calves, unfolding the wrapper. it was something to hold her gaze rather than meeting his, the kindness that emanated from them, the worry so similar to the one she'd found when he'd pulled her out of that lake. i want you here.
but why should he? — a bite is taken, undoubtedly enjoyed. there was no other option with pops. a low hum, before she's peering in his direction. ] Okay, that entirely depends on what cereal we're talking.
[ Archie is about as loyal as a Golden Retriever. He can get burned. He can get hurt. He can get snubbed. He can get pushed around and manipulated, but ultimately he's fairly forgiving. He understands as well that most of the things Cheryl says and does are done out of fear. Fear and maybe a little bit of chaos. Her and her mother's worlds were thrown into chaos the moment Jason died. Things kept spiraling out as well. Which is probably why Archie is quick to forgive her. Even after everything. Why not? If Jason and her father's deaths have taught him anything alongside his father's shooting it was that life was too short.
He reaches for his burger finally and unwraps it slowly. A little slower with the cast, but he gets it half down and then takes a big bite. Chewing and swallowing before taking a sip from his own chocolate milkshake. ] Probably whatever's open in my pantry. [ It could be a few things. But he's pretty sure it might be Lucky Charms though. ]
Thinking it's Lucky Charms. Been a few mornings since I've been at home to eat them.
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as the saying goes, money doesn't buy you happiness. or safety. or the guarantee that you'll make it out alive. ] That's a much different wake up than I'm used to.
[ she takes the burger that's handed to her, curling her legs up indian style atop the couch and settling it at her calves, unfolding the wrapper. it was something to hold her gaze rather than meeting his, the kindness that emanated from them, the worry so similar to the one she'd found when he'd pulled her out of that lake. i want you here.
but why should he? — a bite is taken, undoubtedly enjoyed. there was no other option with pops. a low hum, before she's peering in his direction. ] Okay, that entirely depends on what cereal we're talking.
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He reaches for his burger finally and unwraps it slowly. A little slower with the cast, but he gets it half down and then takes a big bite. Chewing and swallowing before taking a sip from his own chocolate milkshake. ] Probably whatever's open in my pantry. [ It could be a few things. But he's pretty sure it might be Lucky Charms though. ]
Thinking it's Lucky Charms. Been a few mornings since I've been at home to eat them.