Asha smiled, reaching down into a shopping back on the floor and tossing Kat her own pint before handing her a plastic spoon.
"I was hoping you would."
"…hmm…ten. I’m going to go with ten."
((……………..-face palms- Its both sad and amusing to me how she no longer gives a fuck at this point, she just goes for it xD
Do you ever have those people where you just gotta restrain yourself from replying to every meme they reblog and invade their inbox
“‘lo there…Ya wanna talk or are ye jus’ gonna keep standin’ there gawkin’ all day?” The brunette asked, slipping off boxing glove and holding out her hand.
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d UDE IF OUR THREAD DOESN’T GO ENTIRELY AS PLANNED IT’S TOTALLY OKAY. IF YOU START WRITING AND YOU END UP WITH SOMETHING ELSE ENTIRELY AND YOU LIKE IT THEN BY ALL MEANS I’LL ROLL WITH IT. ALWAYS GO WITH THE FLOW MAN. LEADS YOU TO PLACES YOU WOULDN’T IMAGINE.
Pwease reblog if I can leap into your askbox without ever having talked to you
if we already have a thread going you can start another with me.
if we have a thread going you can reply to memes
if we have a thread going you can tag me in starters
short or long
basically we can have a million and one different threads.
I don’t care as long as I get to roleplay with y o u.
Asha could not help the feeling of nervousness that consumed her as she roamed the streets of China. She’d noticed the numbers on her wrists nearing their end some nights ago as she sat in the car of the circus’s train, and at the time…her fear over the subject had even stopped her from wandering out into the city the last few days.
What if the timer is wrong..?
What if their’s continues counting down..?
What if we miss each other…?
It was strange for her, to feel this way. Hardly ever did she think about those glowing little numbers and now…suddenly it was all she could think about. It drove her mad. Three days had passed and in a sudden fit of irritation, the dancer swiped her bag from the floor of her tent and forced herself to leave the still-developing grounds of the circus.
Some time later, she stood in the middle of a crowded market place, almost searching look on her face. She’d tried to focus on the activities and the culture around her, really, but just as she’d moved to brush the hair from her face, she’d once again caught sight of the numbers.
Her heart had begun to race as the numbers dropped.
She’d begun weaving her way back through the crowd, wanting nothing more than to return to the circus. Return to her tent and pretend as if those horrid little numbers did not exsist…
Finding an opening in the crowd, her shaky walk had turn into a run. So focused on returning home and avoiding the issue all together, Asha had not noticed the woman passing by, causing she and the stranger to collide and crash to the ground.
"Oh! I- I’m sorry! A-are you alright..?" She stuttered nervously as she reached to help the woman up. And then she saw it. The numbers on her wrist blinking at her in bright pink.
Dark eyes slowly drifted to the woman that stood before her.
"I—I should go..i should..really, go…" She stuttered again, looking for the way she’d come. Curse this crowd, she could not navigate a damn thing through it!
sadly seems my attention span is nonexsistant today. I’ll work on the rest of things tomorrow as it’s my day off.