08-08-2019, 10:57 AM
Vathmos looked Wormwood up and down with beady eyes, trying to think of what to say to him. She should have practiced this before she arrived. "Hey, Wormwood. I wanted to talk to you. May I come in?" Vathmos' eyes briefly dotted to the inside of Wormwood's home, giving it a once-over. It was cleaner than hers. That didn't bother her, but, unbeknowest to her, her place probably smelled terrible.
━ [b]MY SKIN IS A STORY┆LONELY. CLINGY. HATEFUL. ━