(can someone else take over the sheriff for me, I’m going to sleep as it is 2am. Night all)
“Ah!?” Abigail looks at the girl who has initiated a conversation with her.
She doesn’t seem bad…
She looks at the offer and at the earnest girl. She gets more flustered when she starts apologising. “Ah… I… Th-There’s no need to apologise!”
M: I can feel something brewing. My flesh, my bones… All sense dread lurking.
A:“But I’m the one that bumped into you! That wasn’t nice of me, was it? What’s your name? You’ll get 50% off your first-” She was interrupted by Grea grabbing her hand. G:“We need to hurry, Annebelle.” A:“But-” G:“We need to go to the town hall before it closes. I don’t want to sleep in a shady hotel tonight.”
M: No, a suspicion is not enough. I do not even know what it is…
M: I wish you could…
Abigail looks at the duo. She starts twiddling her fingers.
Maybe I should… Maybe I shouldn’t…
The jar of milk is ready.
A:“Hotels aren’t shady…and…you don’t even know where the town hall is, do you?” Grea looked at Annebelle…and sighed. G:“You don’t know either, and you sure as hell didn’t sound like you wanted to ask her about it.” A:“I was just getting to it!” Grea looked away and groaned, annebelle looking at Abigail with pleading eyes… “Tell where the town hall is so we can get a shop so we can sleep in it instead of the not so shady hotels!”
M: Why not, we’re not making any progress anyway.
As he watches Lucy leave, he pours himself another glass of rum.
The jar of milk is ready.
“Here’s your milk, miss.” The old woman of the milk shop with the milk. “These are the freshest ones!”
Abigail takes the jug.
“Umm… Maybe you can stay at my home?” She says softly, looking at the ladies, a little scared of the gruff mercenary.
