Teddybear

(he did motivate me to clean my room tho so there's that) She got in the front seat and began the drive home. (would you like to write out a ...

(the adults are back so they're paying attention to him instead of me. He's a high maintenance boi) "I will, actually," she said as she rounded her car.

(he shat on my floor. We have a litter box dude stop being fuckin stupid. He is an orange cat tho so the dumbassery tracks) "Nothing, whatever, I have to ...

(sorry, some random ass cat walked into my house so we had to deal with that. That guy who lives in my house named him Agent Jack Bower) "Nacho," she ...

She rolled her eyes. "Make up a name to give me then."

"Phones are good for business endeavors, though. I'm Queenie, and you?"

she stared at it for a second, then sighed and opened her car's passenger door, getting some napkins out of the glove compartment. she straightened and took the stone with ...

"You don't...How am I supposed to contact you then?"

"I've already got a job, and if I flake on that I'm pretty screwed, so take your maybe."

"It's a maybe."

"Uh-huh," Queenie checked her watch. "You know what, give me your phone number. I have places to be."

"You...lost, the wishes."

"Somewhere," she said skeptically. "So it's not even for-sure?"

"You have those?" she asked, surprised. Not even her father could get ahold of those easily. (Not me making up lore on the spot)

She rolled her eyes. "No, I'm not." (yo, in her canon her dad's a pretty well known billionaire who owns a security company, which she works for. She wouldn't necessarily ...