 For Ali! A Poop * k8 *
So. It was a week in and all. Well...wow. Working was just--it was the bees knees, yo! She was taking her lunch break, though, going to check out all those cute little places outside in London! Ember just COULDN'T get enough of London--Merlin's beard, so cute!
She'd be able to check her phone once outside, away from all the magic--but she grabbed a zippy-bag from her backpack, pulling out the little goldfish, and munched on them a bit--YUMMEH. She LOVED goldfish--which AMUSED her because, well...FISH WERE CREATURES, YEAH? Hehehe. She nodded at the receptionist, and then--suddenly--OH NUUU!
She dropped the flipping bag--spilling goldfish EVERYWHERE. She siiiiighed and got on all fours--luckily, she was wearing jeans and a tshirt, today--and began to scoop up all the yummy, now noneatable snacks-SO SAD, UGH. She pushed them into the little zippy once more and siiiiiiighed. No more goldfish. Sad life. Ember didn't hide her...immature side, and right now, she felt five because she was sad she had no more goldfish. Could the five second rule be applied here?! Oh--but wait--there were people around--
Ember squinted.
Had anyone paid her attention? COULD SHE EAT THE GOLDFISH WITHOUT JUDGMENT?! UGH.
She pulled one out the bag and just eyed it...'Well then...just me and you, bud.." and she licked one side, shrugged, and popped it into her mouth. He tasted fine. No dirt. Nothing. Hmm. |