◤ Eric ◢:

⇢ ☂ ⇠

          “I would like to say nice to meet you, except it would’ve
been so much nicer to have met under better conditions… oh
well, right? Better than my earlier proposition of someone
coming by and stealing the groceries instead. Hah, imagine
that.”

          By that point, he was rambling. Hopefully he wasn’t just creeping
her out to the chance of her running away. He did have her food hostage,
after all. Ready to follow after her, Eric offered a shrug.

         ”It’s not going to be weird that you’re letting me into your
kitchen or anything, right? I can stand outside the door and you
can just take your groceries from there… I promise I won’t run off.”

〖 ⚔ 〗 ⇨ beginning to walk off in the direction of the Quinn House she realized she'd been tuning out most of his words. that was actually quite rude, so she attempted to be a better listener. “No, you can come inside just...“

she paused, grasping for the right words as she attempted to find a way to explain without making it sound like she lived in a house full of serial killers. “Just... be—— quiet...?“ she finished, looking off to the side in uncertainty.

hopefully he wouldn't really question why such a thing would be so important. she didn't exactly enjoy people immersing themselves in her personal life.