I sort of feel like a clueless evil minion sometimes... there's gotta be something else going on at corporate, right? I mean, who lets us run an actual store? [ she's watching him out of the corner of her eye, though, a slight half-smile on her own face. look, she's trying to parrot some of ronaldo's crazy theories as best as she can, but sadie is on the whole pretty trusting: it's hard for her to really think that way.

she will do what she can to try to cheer lars up, though. so maybe they're not on the closest of terms lately, but he was out here, smoking, after a fight with his mom... things weren't okay. ]

And... at least he's nice. I just wish he didn't text so much.

[ because he treats her like a blog sometimes, ok. her phone might be on silent, but she can see its face glowing with a new notification from where it's lying face-down on the sand next to her. ]