13 Griffin Way, Saturday Morning
Exactly 23 minutes after that announcement went out, a much-ruffled pixie could be seen zooming out of the front door of 13 Griffin Way, a trail of luggage flying after her.
Honestly, who gives a diva thirty minutes to pack!? It was cruel and horrible and she was certain she'd left behind some of her very favorite pretty things.
It could be worse. She could be one of those idiots who seemed to be staying.
(Establishy only - Tink has seven minutes to get the *beep* out of Dodge, and she's not sticking around for chit-chat. Screw y'all, Tink's going home.)
Honestly, who gives a diva thirty minutes to pack!? It was cruel and horrible and she was certain she'd left behind some of her very favorite pretty things.
It could be worse. She could be one of those idiots who seemed to be staying.
(Establishy only - Tink has seven minutes to get the *beep* out of Dodge, and she's not sticking around for chit-chat. Screw y'all, Tink's going home.)