 A Poop * k8 *
Lalalalal LA. Elliot was humming--in her head, of course, she sang like a dying COW most times--having taken the muggle contraptions all the way here. Right. Right. Max had tried telling her how to use the little...underground trains(the tube? Or something of that sort!) but Elliot had gotten...very stuck. In many places. And what made it was was that she had the stroller with her--Hudson was just a year old, and the though the kid was good most times, he had gotten quite traumatized watching Elliot trying to figure out the doors in the subway for like, an hour.
Sigh.
Soaps was probably here already, too--Merlins' socks--she pushed the stroller into the cafe, and she looked around. Her perfectly done hair(as usual) filed down her back, and as the wind of the inside hit her, she widened her icy blue stare...well then. She didn't even see the former puffer yet, what the heck, Sophie?! She pushed the stroller, not caring if the wheels ran over some feet(like seriously, move your feet, people...) and smiled as she found a nice little table, taking Hudson out, and bouncing him on her lap. The baby just clapped and giggled a lot--pointing at the cakes in the little display.
"We'll get some cake, smooches," she said gently, running her fingers through his blonde hair. Oh dear. He was cute. Too cute. Maybe Elliot should try to...tone his cuteness down. Sophie might try to steal him. The puffer was crazy. Well. Could be crazy. It was always the quiet ones, right? She grinned...she wanted to at least show Sophie that having Elliot Morganzo as a friend was a goooood thing.
Very good.
Like, I'll buy you cake, tea, or whatever else your heart desires, good. |