𝗜𝗳 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝘂𝗻,
𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜'𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗿.
𝖲𝗁𝖾/𝖧𝖾𝗋 ✦ 𝖨𝗇𝖽𝗂𝖾-𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖺𝗅 ✦ 𝗆𝖽𝗇𝗂 & 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗈 𝖽𝗇𝗂
✦ 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗐 : +𝟣𝟪, 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾, & 𝗈𝖼𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗏𝖾 ✦
𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗸𝘆❥ 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆/𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺
im very wary on my femme accs bc of continuous bad experiences so 🙏 please dont take offense if i dont follow back and/or respond right away. not everyone is 'normal' towards female/femme muses and I keep learning that the hard way
im very wary on my femme accs bc of continuous bad experiences so 🙏 please dont take offense if i dont follow back and/or respond right away. not everyone is 'normal' towards female/femme muses and I keep learning that the hard way
Not that she's going to check that.
Besides, stale chocolate? Hardly a substantial meal.
"No catch. I know you don't have other plans— But I'll give you a moment
"What's the catch?" he asked, not daring to get his hopes up. Not with her.
Not that she's going to check that.
Besides, stale chocolate? Hardly a substantial meal.
"No catch. I know you don't have other plans— But I'll give you a moment
And she meant that with earnest too. Nothing new to uncover or shoot at or dig through? Boo!
Theres a subtle kick at the vending machine with a pristine leather boot.
"Bad, hm? Thats one way to put it."
Then again, putting anything between them into words was... tedious.
And so went the subtext between them. Guessing games and mysteries already piling on each other like dominoes.
He was tired. Old. He was feeling it more and more every single day.
Her? She looked the same as the day they met.
And she meant that with earnest too. Nothing new to uncover or shoot at or dig through? Boo!
Theres a subtle kick at the vending machine with a pristine leather boot.
"Bad, hm? Thats one way to put it."
Then again, putting anything between them into words was... tedious.
Dresses don't have pockets, he understands.
"You're right, my mistake, I'll bring CandyLand for you next time."
Dusting off her hands, continuing on;
"I more-so meant today, anything interesting
"... No proper greeting," he repeated under his breath with a grumble and closed his eyes.
"Next time you feel like crashing the party, least you could do is bring a board game or something."
Dresses don't have pockets, he understands.
"You're right, my mistake, I'll bring CandyLand for you next time."
Dusting off her hands, continuing on;
"I more-so meant today, anything interesting
A small shrug, chewing and swallowing.
"I have my reasons. No proper greeting this time around?"
Since when did she ever give a
A small shrug, chewing and swallowing.
"I have my reasons. No proper greeting this time around?"
Since when did she ever give a
Another bite, pulling the shades from her face.
"Could have been anybody here really. You though, on a strict diet of candy bars and booze these days or did I just spoil your cheat day?"
Leon's hand turned to a fist, and it tightened if only for a second, then released as he left out an exasperated sigh.
When did she-?
And why-?
"Lemme guess. You took 'em all."
"Not my favorite, but they're all out of kitkat's aren't they?"
Theres not even hesitation as she opens the candy bar and takes a bite.
Another bite, pulling the shades from her face.
"Could have been anybody here really. You though, on a strict diet of candy bars and booze these days or did I just spoil your cheat day?"
"Not my favorite, but they're all out of kitkat's aren't they?"
Theres not even hesitation as she opens the candy bar and takes a bite.
Shoving in a crumpled dollar bill. It keeps spitting it back out at him.
"... You'd think the Pentagon would restock once in a while."
"Not my favorite, but they're all out of kitkat's aren't they?"
Theres not even hesitation as she opens the candy bar and takes a bite.
𝖨 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗋
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺, 𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋
𝖨 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗋
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺, 𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋