abigail lets herself be led and tucked into the luxurious chair, blue eyes wide and only a little nervous. she is just a nobody after all, a dead girl who definitely doesn't belong in this opulent lounge. but quentin walks in like they're meant to be there and she can't very well ruin his ruse.
even if she visibly swallows when he offers her the grape. she doesn't take it right away, eyes flickering between his hand holding the grape and up to his face. ]
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oh wow.
abigail lets herself be led and tucked into the luxurious chair, blue eyes wide and only a little nervous. she is just a nobody after all, a dead girl who definitely doesn't belong in this opulent lounge. but quentin walks in like they're meant to be there and she can't very well ruin his ruse.
even if she visibly swallows when he offers her the grape. she doesn't take it right away, eyes flickering between his hand holding the grape and up to his face. ]
You could be the god of charity.