Jules of Nature
Mike Driver
One Nice Bug Per Day
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Cosimo Galluzzi

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we're not kids anymore.

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Andulka

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Janaina Medeiros
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@frank-willow
Frank & Isla
{{Listen here}}
I see my pretty face in his old eyes. I listen to our blood run side by side. I throw my hands to you. I runaway. It's so cold, so dangerous that I can't stay.
01. Pretty Face - Sóley
02. Come Around - Rosi Golan
03. Get Up - Barcelona
04. Bel Air - Lana Del Rey
05. Three Wishes - The Pierces
06. Dreams - The Cranberries
07. Think Twice - Groove Armada
08. Toxic - Yaël Naïm
Slow Day || Open
What? A few missing women not enough for you?
*sighs*
I meant my office, not the town.
Need a drink || Grace & Frank
The newspaper? I suppose I should be careful about my choice of words around you then, shouldn’t I?
*her smile fades a bit*
Although it does seem a shame for something so tragic to have to happen to bring you good business.
*shrugs*
That's the way of the world.
Slow Day || Open
It's too damn quiet around here.
Need a drink || Grace & Frank
*shrugs slightly but gives a small smile*
Between no work and all the hooplah with the Slasher, I’m starting to go a little stir crazy, but I suppose I could be a lot worse off.
*turns to face him*
What about you, Mr. Willow? How is your business doing, whatever that may be?
I run the paper. So all this hooplah is actually perfect for me.
Need a drink || Grace & Frank
*smiles politely, shrugging slightly as she takes a drink*
I don’t know much about Montford, but it seems like you picked the wrong town for quiet parties.
*chuckles*
You've got a point. How are you getting on?
Need a drink || Grace & Frank
Well, what’s your idea of a party?
Ones where I can almost guarantee nothing crazy is gong to happen. When you get to be my age, you just want to relax a little.
Need a drink || Frank & Kerry
Are you some sort of star customer? I mean, I come here enough and the most I’ve ever recieved is an extra drink on my birthday.
*chuckles*
I guess it pays to have frequented here since it opened up ten years ago. And to be on good terms with the boss.
Statements from an Opium Addled Mind
She said yes...
Intrigue (Flashback) || Frank & Constance
Constance felt her skin flush the second Frank pulled her against him, realizing it had been far too long since she the last time she’d been there. Raising a hand to the man’s cheek, she smiled for a moment, her hand lingering as she looked at him. “I hate what the place symbolizes.”
Frank Willow was a spot of solace in the pit of misery that Constance seemed to wallow in. She didn’t have to be “Constance Burgh,” wife of a man who feigned success, and mother of two sons who despised their parents. She could be swept up into a moment, where not an ailment existed.
“You look tired, have you been taking care of yourself?” she said, ignoring his question.
"What kind of question is that?" He chuckled as he kept his eyes on hers. He always wished that they could have met under different circumstances, but they had to deal with what life had thrown at them and make the best of it.
He pulled them towards the couch in his office, sitting down and pulling her onto his lap. "I've been busy as usual, no rest when you're running the paper." He winked before leaning in and kissing her again.
"What about you?"
Need a drink || Grace & Frank
*smiles as she glances around*
I’m sure that -is- a sight to see.
*turns back to him*
Montford seems to be place to be when it comes to parties and the like. Do you usually go, Mr. Willow?
*shrugs*
It really depends on the party, I guess.