Ball Pit, Sixth Floor [Sunday, Evening]
Effy was really starting to work out the reasoning behind the madness that was a massive ballpit in a high school. It was for shit like this weekend, wasn't it? It was for thoroughly exhausting a kid by repeatedly throwing her in and waiting for her to swim and scramble her way out again.
That was what she figured. It was just lucky Adele was tiny enough that it still worked. After what felt like a few fucking hundred times round, and now kind of achy arms, Effy was starting to wonder just how long it was going to take before the kid met sleeptime exhaustion.
From the non-stop chatter and bouncing of the five-year old in front of her she was guessing the answer was not yet. "Seriously?" The energy levels would not go down.
[[Yep, also completely open. I mean, c'mon, BALL PIT.]]
That was what she figured. It was just lucky Adele was tiny enough that it still worked. After what felt like a few fucking hundred times round, and now kind of achy arms, Effy was starting to wonder just how long it was going to take before the kid met sleeptime exhaustion.
From the non-stop chatter and bouncing of the five-year old in front of her she was guessing the answer was not yet. "Seriously?" The energy levels would not go down.
[[Yep, also completely open. I mean, c'mon, BALL PIT.]]