Oi Aggie, Ya Got Enough Shoes At Home. Cmon, The Fuzz Balls Are Waitin For Ya.

“Oi Aggie, ya got enough shoes at home. Cmon, the fuzz balls are waitin for ya.”

" oh, but they're such cute shoes, look at them!! " she peels her face away from the display window to look up at shiro with a pout, batting her lashes at him. " don't you think they'd look nice on me? i mean, i think they'd look nice on me, and i'd be leaving pretty footprints behind wherever i walk. " surely all of that must make the shoes a steal, right? ah, well, maybe agatha just has to hope they'll still be there when she gets her next paycheck.

why is she getting the intense feeling everything is the opposite of fine? " cash... " she smells the smoke now, and the burning food. now she's worried. " cash. " maybe agatha shouldn't have left him alone here while she went to the convenience store for ice cream.

" it's in the pantry, hanging up on a hook on the wall. "

   “alright.  so.  i  want  to  start  this  with;  nothing  is  on  fire.  everything  is  fine.”  cash  taps  his  finger  against  a  bicep,  arms  crossed.  he  purses  his  lips  before  the  next  part  of  the  question  comes.  “but…” 

   “do  we  have  a  fire  extinguisher?”

also. discord for those that might not have it already <3

[ 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : receiver notices sender looking at them longingly. (Johnny & Aggie)

for you i would. / accepting!

she holds her pencil between her lips, brow furrowed slightly as she erases a mistake she made. it isn't too easy, drawing from memory when agatha's memory kind of sucks even at the best of times. still, she didn't have her camera with her when she saw these flowers, so she tried to memorize them as best as she could, holding onto that image in her mind for as long as possible. she blends some of the shading with her finger, giving it a somewhat smoother look before picking the pencil back up. agatha leans over the drawing a bit as she gets down some of the finer details, pausing a moment to tuck some of her hair behind her ear, getting a bit of graphite on her cheek in the process.

agatha sits up, leaning back in the chair and stretching, feeling a few of her vertebra pop. well, her back feels a little better now. she sips some of her peach soda and eats a few pretzels, wiping her hands on a napkin before continuing with her drawing. after a little bit, she gets that peculiar feeling of being watched. the kids are in school, simon's out, so it could only be johnny. agatha's gaze lifts and she sees him watching from the couch, her heart fluttering from that look on his face. a sheepish smile forms on her lips, a light blush dusting her freckled cheeks. she used to get self conscious when he or simon would do that, but these days she doesn't mind it at all. agatha sits up again. " do you want to see what i'm working on? "

[ 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 ] : sender takes a hold of receiver's both hands. ( from leah to aggie!! )

agatha's teary gaze drifts up to leah's face, sniffling as she focuses on her features. she squeezes her hands, form trembling from the sobs that wracked it only moments ago. to say she'd gotten overwhelmed today was putting it mildly. it was bad enough being startled awake by a nightmare, then her car broke down on her way to work and it had to be taken to a mechanic, which will cost her a pretty penny. she was late to work (not that todd, her boss, minded but it left her flustered anyway), had gotten a few people's pickup orders mixed up, which resulted in her getting yelled at and called a few names.

then she finally came home via cab, took a hot shower to calm her nerves, changed into an old t-shirt and sweatpants, and decided to read for a bit. agatha assumed it was safe to believe her stressful day was behind her, but that was until she got hungry and decided to cook something for herself. maybe she was still a little frazzled from her day, but nothing she was doing was going right. it was going terribly, in fact. mismeasured ingredients, burnt food. fine, fine, she'll have something simple, like a bowl of cereal, because that's a perfectly adult thing to do.

what isn't the perfectly adult thing to do is crying over spilled milk when she knocks the jug over. it hits the floor, sending milk all over the floor. all agatha could do was star at it, and then the sobs started and they just wouldn't stop. she feels fortunate that leah was coming home from work now and rushed to her side to comfort and console her. she's reminded of that stupid law. everything that can go wrong will go wrong, and boy did it all go wrong today.

" i'm s-sorry you came home to— t-to s-such a mess, leah. " agatha sniffles, squeezing her hands. " today w-was just... i-it w-was such a terrible day. it was o-one thing after another. " with a trembling hand, she gestures now to the dirty dishes in the sink with bits of burnt food stuck to them and now the milk on the floor. " all i w-wanted w-was something to eat a-and i couldn't even get th-that right. " agatha shakes her head, her gaze lowering. " oh, i-i'm s-such a mess too, now. "

decided it was high time i made an interest checker so, here you go <3