The thing Summer will never get used to is the whole walking everywhere. She’s got a little folding cart; it’s not hard to plan to carry shopping about, but it’s still weird. Where she grew up, things just weren’t /close/ enough to walk to. Never mind public transport.
She stops at the foot of the stairs and looks up, then back down at the heap of sacks in her cart. “Well, here we go,” she mutters, and grabs three or four bags.
[text to: magic hands] wow. okay. cream cheese dip then. it’ll go along with the veggies anyway.
[text to: magic hands] I may need some help carrying all this inside.
And I need to stop wanting to be part of the flatmate au. I am a bad person.
Tell me to stop, guys.
Ryan, we have a shipper.
Face hot, Summer blinked at Merlin for a long moment after he kissed her. “W-why would I kill you for that? Leaving aside that I’m not sure I could.”
The flatmate au kills me.