One hundred-sixty-fifth Nail

[suitcaseofnails]

Waffles, darlings? What on Earth would I eat one of those fattening things for? As if my girlish figure needs any more pounds. Pft.

Abel, do be a dear and finish up that last bit of paperwork, mm? And please don't get it all sticky. Let's see, what else to do~

Oh, I know! Fuu dear, I think we'll see what you can wear, mmkay?

Comments

[whofelltoearth.livejournal.com]

I told myself I wasn't going to eat while working, but in the end I did it anyway. Maybe I'm cursed?

Although probably I just would have just done it anyway, even if I wasn't.

[suitcaseofnails]

Well, just try not to stick everything together, mmkay?

Honestly, you are a bottomless pit of hunger, Abel.

[whofelltoearth.livejournal.com]

A combination of a nasty metabolism and an oral fixation, if you want the truth.

[suitcaseofnails]

I can't imagine either one being good to you.