 A Poop * k8 *
Her eyes POPPED open, looking around the dim shop with squinty eyes as she tried to spot her quickly. But it seemed Noah was better at hide-n-seek than Becca had anticipated. "Come out come out WHEREVER YOU ARE!" she smirked as she checked behind a particularly grumpy looking stature, dust coating her fingers as she moved it aside on the bottom shelf of one of the walls.
Hmmm..
So this was tricky.
It was too late to notice the newcomer by the time the newcomer had HER HAND TIGHTLY ON HER SHOULDER. She had been TOO BUSY LOOKING FOR NOAH! She looked up at the woman and screeched! Man, she was ugly. "I--tasty?" she asked, almost shrinking. "NOAH--SOME LADY IS HERE--" And she thought Becca looked TASTY which wasn't normal, nor reassuring, and it meant...it meant...DID THIS LADY WANT TO EAT HER?
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |