{ fideliss } 

     Bones crack and limbs ache, though being cooped up in a room studying for the better part of the day between shifts would do that to a person almost immediately. Sinew stretches upon moving, boots plonking down against the creaky stairs of her place at work, and arms lift above her head in ritualistic ease. The joint of a wry shoulder pops upon reaching the bottom floor, gently nudging the door to the main part of the shop with her foot before arms flop back to her sides and fingers fumble their way into deep pockets of a worn, beaten, ebony jacket.  

     The scruffy visage that greets her, solemn and terse, is one of familiarity and hardly seen in regular occurrence. Her lips pout softly and eyes narrow – she had so been hoping to go home early this night. No rest for the hungry, she supposes, tongue clucking absentmindedly before strutting over to the fellow ghoul.

                    ❝Are we running low on supplies already?
                     Ah        – fine. Let’s get this over with.  ❞