The long, pause and stare at the other made a clear face of light annoyance but— concern winning over.
" You— ahem, well... I could whip up a midnight snack—
If you lost track of time I'd imagine you haven't eaten anything filling either. "
𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙏𝙮𝙥𝙚 𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨
“Is it late?” Entrapta’s pigtail hooks around a nearby pole as she passes it, using the momentum to swing her directly into the clock on the wall.
It is, in fact, the middle of the night.
“Interesting! I seem to have severely lost track of time. Again.”
" ANYWAY.
Its late, BUT greetings to all of the cherished wonderful people! "
Writer is hunting for a flower to put next to the Perfuma images.
