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‘ it’s okay, only because you’re truthfully—quite pretty. ‘
[ ruthless laugh, flaxen with playful and malicious intent; somehow seeming graceful, beautiful, and eloquent. despite having a soft and pleasant aftertaste—it was meant to condone prudence and slight scrutiny. ]
"W-wha? M-m-me?" He's getting more and more flustered and the compliments and the laughter isn't helping -- he pulls at the collar of his shirt to try and alleviate his burning blush.
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{ The real question is; where is Gale? Don’t ask him cause he sure as fuck has no clue. Never does.
He’s sort of perched on some ledge watching people trying to read and it’s trying because he’s using those almighty wind powers to make page turning way too difficult. }
"Hello, are you done with that?" Haley points to a candy bar, opened but untouched, next to the other, leaning against the ledge to better look up the owner of said candy.
" -- are you? are you, are you?" Don't mind Haley -- he's had so much candy today he's in a permanent sugar rush.
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SHHHHH
And he is all too comfortable with staring back.
Oh, so its gotta be like that, huh? -- this staring contest is on.
[ he wants to ask whether the boy is okay or not, but he fears he might scare him. or something of the sort. maybe it’s the markings— which actually aren’t tattoos. at least not the majority of them. ]
He squeaks. Clears his throat. Tries to quell the blush heating up his ears, cheeks, and neck. "Nice weather. Huh."
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hashtag 2spooky4u
Get the heck away from Haley if you're hot. Get the heck. Away. -- wait holy heck. Are those tattoos. Oh no. No. Oh no.
Stares at the other for longer than is probably considered polite.
☾forever halloween☽ a halloween mix!! → [ listen here ]
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’ i don’t really recall telling you that you could talk to me. ‘
[ julian smiles in response; he’s charmed by the boy’s humble nature and the quiver that had made itself evident upon speaking was—for a lack of a better word—alluring, attractive. ]
His eyes widen at the words and a bright flush spreads from his ears, over his nose, and down, down, down. "I'm s-sorry!" Frick. He messed up.
haley's so pumped for Halloween he's gonna stuff his ass with candy
No. Haley hates attractive people. Get away from him. "H-hello." Fuck. He messed up. He messed up. Fuck.
As somebody who’s spent a ridiculous amount of time controlling their outward responses to fear, no matter how childish or instinctive, Spirit’s pretty good at keeping her reaction to the psycho freak minimally shocked. Even her clenched fists are kept tucked into sweater pockets.
"How about you don’t. Ever again.”
The smile drops into a frown and his jazz hands are tucked into his pockets, making an obscene amount of noise as his fingers encounter empty candy wrappers. "What's your deal."
He pops out from behind a wall, hands out, fingers splayed -- his face contorts into a mix of maniacal glee, and he screams, loud enough for all of Santa's elves to hear in the North Pole, " -- Boo!"
