#ft. aoibhinn o'brien

[avanguyen]

Ava's head turned as she heard the woman next to her speak. Her eyes locked onto a white porcelain cat figure that bared a striking resemblance to her white cat at home, Ghost. "I'm definitely interested in the cat if you're not completely sold on it," she chimed in. "It looks a lot like my little guy at home." Her eyes widened as she saw the cat statue almost spill out of the woman's hands. The brunette jerked forward just in case it fell completely out of the other woman's grasp. "Girl, I'm definitely the wrong person to save you because I'm just as weak as you are. My desk at work is filled with all the little knick knacks that I can't pass up."

EVENT: SPRING FLING - OPEN TO ALL

"Oh my gooood, this is going to be excruciating!" Aoibhinn fussed, dramatically coddling a porcelain cat that was probably crafted in the 50s. "How am I supposed to leave this poor old dear behind? Oh, and look at those perfect frog salt and pepper shakers!" She gasped, almost dropping the cat. "God I don't need any of this stuff.. but like how does a person walk away from niche animal brick-a-brack? Im too weak-- save me!"