{ Okay? } || Open ||

gotnostiles:

“You just look like you’re struggling there.”

{ Stiles would offer assistance however he was too amused by the scene. }

^{▉▍"Yeah I, uh… I’ll be perfectly fine, thanks.“
She hauled the bags along, offering him a hasty smile as she made a final effort and dropped the bags, letting out a sigh of relief. Eleanor looked down at the bags as a pickle rolled out.
        ”That’s a pickle!“ she said quickly, eyes darting up.
                 ”Juuuuust a pickle.“}