Eden is eyeing those tacos. A Poop * k8 *
Well, see, this part of the lesson, Eden could deal with better, because she was more...accustomed, y'know? She was taking notes like it was her LIFE though, and copying down that picture that Moxley had drawn on the board. Eden's skills were so not up to par. Whatever, though.
Phones! "Well--" she began as she raised her hand. "If the phone isn't charged--it doesn't WORK. You need to have BATTERY life and whatnot--so if your phone goes dead, and you have a to depend on in your phone, it kinda'...well, it majorly blows." She said with a shrug.
Woe is the person with 5% battery left. There was nothing worse than seeing the little red empty battery on your dude, nope. Eden could attest to that.
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........DID EDEN SMELL TACOS? She wanted taco. She did. Her nose knew EXACTLY where those tacos were, too--her head turned sharply to look at Aj ..."You should shaaaare your tacos--" she hissed at her. "It would only be NICE--remember that one time I totally saved your life?" Because Eden was totally using that as taco leverage right now, no shame.
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