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james morrow + his personality 01/?? | the sky is grey, the sand is grey and the ocean is grey. i feel right at home in this stunning monochrome, alone in my way.

#wilson.task #moodboard.#task.#/ mr robot is pretty much james in a nutshell

lydia:

hardly anyone ever came in the bookstore on a good day so during weekday afternoons when most people were at work or school, it was especially dead. meaning that she rarely spent her time right by the register because she would lose her mind with boredom if she spent an entire shift standing there. lydia was a closet book nerd, and spent most of her time at work making lists of what she planned on reading so finding her in the back corner, looking through the w’s wasn’t a shock. she barely heard the door chime when it opened. it wasn’t until someone was directly behind her that she turned around. seeing a familiar face, she smiled. “hey.” she placed the book she was holding back on the shelf and made her way to the front. leaning on the glass counter, placing her chin in her hands, she spoke again. “what can i do ya for today?”

his smile slowly faded back into its stony form as his fingers brushed against the bookshelf. he had hoped to scare her with his little sneak attack, but that didn’t happen, james just wasn’t all that scary. following her back through the shop, they came to a halt at the counter. he shrugged at her question, “ uhh, well... i was kinda in the area and thought i’d stop by? plus, i had the day off at the country club. ” letting his hands rest on the edges of the counter, james couldn’t help but feel discouraged. maybe they weren’t the type of friends that said hi at work? or maybe they weren’t friends at all? he was bad with this sort of thing. “ — any new books come in yet? ”

#┃ ❛ small talk ( chats. )#— lydia.

difficult

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When I was a child I would lie awake counting the ways that I would never be like you.

there are miles of difference between us. k.k (via lcncasters)

#✘ — { musings }#/ ouch ouch #he has daddy issues

@lydiareinhart

hearing a light chime ring through the bookshop as he twisted open the doorknob and walked in, james shrugged deeper into his grey sweater. his gaze searched for a certain light haired brunette. it seemed as though the shop was empty? his fingers delicately touched each book as he walked deeper into the shop until his blue gaze landed on a very short book clerk who’s back was turned to him. holding back a smile, james walked up behind her. “ hey, i found you, ” he whispered, waiting for her reaction.

#┃ ❛ small talk ( chats. )#— lydia.#/ ok this is TRASH #and idk why he looks so creepy in that gif #but james isn't a creep i swear #he was actually /trying/ to be funny?#i fail

grace:

as she roamed the street, grace’s eyebrows were furrowed in concentration. when she saw the familiar face, she quickly approached. “have you seen a brown dog? he’s about this tall,” she asked breathlessly, gesturing with her hand that the dog was about the height of her knee. “apollo got out today, and i’ve been looking all over for him.” the sun was quickly disappearing behind the horizon, and wilson was becoming more and more void of human activity with each passing minute. “i’ve got to find him,” she insisted, her eyes still scanning the street.

pale fingers dug further into his jacket pockets as his eyes fell onto the familiar face. grace. “ no, i haven’t, sorry.” his voice came out flat, his shoulders shrugging slightly as his legs picked up the pace. but her next plea stopped him completely. “ do you... want me to help look for him? ” the question was low, a mere whisper, as if he was ready to hear her say no because that’s just what he was used to.