#why is he dealing with her shit rn SKSKE

[frostise]

louise scrunches up her nose and waves off the sweet-scented chocolate cookies still lingering in the air. the smell of it alone was enough to make her stomach twist and turn. ❝ would you quit chewing on that stupid cookie and sniff out some real food around here? i'm starving. ❞

.... cold. ice cold. oh well. more for him. "not even one? okay."