#flipsidcd

[slightlydazed]

atlanta would never expect carson to knock, not even when visiting unannounced; her home would always be open for him, and his company would always be welcomed gladly. if atlanta was one thing, it was warm, even as the months grew colder and colder. she had unlocked her door upon receiving his text, and it was a good thing that she had, as she quickly lost herself in her work and completely lost track of time. she was elbow deep in her most obscure boxes of supplies as she heard her brother's voice, the voice snapping her back into reality for the first time in hours.

"it's not that bad, is it?" she asked, laughing as she placed down the sheet of fabric she had been holding, then standing up on her two feet. "i'm looking for something- something i told my client i definitely had," she began to explain, pushing the bleached bangs out of her face. "i know it's around here somewhere..." her eyes scanned the room for the rolls of lace and silk ribbon, and carson almost lost her to her work once again before the smell of the food captured her attention. "sorry," she smiled, knowing she had a tendency to be overinvested in her work. "believe it or not, there is some space clear on the table for you to put that down," she told him.

STATUS: closed for atlanta ( @slightlydazed ) ​SETTING: atlanta's apartment

CARSON DOESN'T KNOCK as he pushes his way through the front door of his sister's apartment. he'd texted ahead of time so she knows to expect him, along with the leaning tower of takeout he balances in one hand. ❝ yo attie ! ❞ he calls in lieu of a greeting. ❝ they didn't have the sauce you like so i got— oh. ❞ rather than finish his thought, he stops dead in his tracks as he takes in the chaos before him. streamers, flowers, gift wrap, fabric bolts, and a variety of other materials clutter every possible surface and then some of attie's apartment, bombarding carson's eyes with all sorts of color and glittered frill. over the mess, he shoots his sister a curious look, ❝ sooo, wanna tell me why a craft store threw up on your apartment or ... ? ❞