king jay

jay coyle // 26 // they/them // rioter in the one and only kings

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nonscnsicvl:

— ♡ °◦º “ I’D COMMIT MASS murder for half a chicken nugget. i’m crazy, baby, ” he said in good humor, all before making the most noncommittal growl noise he could muster. it frowned all the lines and contours in terry’s face as he did so, almost comical in its composition. “ no worries; i’ll pay a buck on your grave when this is all over. you can decide if it’s before or after i wipe your black bandana in my crack. ”

“Y’know,” Jay’s brows furrowed, and they took a solid few seconds to fake deep thought, “You’ve given me a few good options, and after thinkin’ ‘em over, I’m gonna have to go with before. Just won’t be the same if you’re already doin’ that shit before I get my compensation, y’know?”

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zosiaisms:

zosia pursed their lips, narrowing her eyes. “ a duel? what exactly do you propose? ” her expression changed, more light-hearted, left eyebrow raised. “ i didn’t happen to bring my sword or trusty steed with me on this cold ass afternoon. ” she laughed, shaking her head.

“Okay, hear me out here. No trusty steed necessary.” Jay swung their backpack around to their front, taking out two cans of spray paint - blue and green. Weighing the options, they offered the green one to Zosia. “See that wall over there?” They nodded to a brick wall across the street, attached to a corner grocery store, already pretty much coated in graffiti. “Whoever can create the most beautiful portrait on that lovely canvas in sixty seconds, as judged by some random ass we’ll find when we’re done, gets the money.”

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mkatticus:

Atticus was honestly a little confused as he looked at the King, chuckling a little. At least they were funny. “What kind of old-fashioned duel? I swear to God if you suggest rock-paper-scissors I’m gonna scream.” Atticus figured he could play nice for a second. It couldn’t hurt.

“Y’know, I was gonna say rock-paper-scissors, but I’m second-guessin’ it with that attitude.” Jay shrugged, placing their hands on their hips. “How about... A race? From here to the end of the block? That simple. Winner gets five-zero smakeroons. Loser gets to say he had the honor of racing against me.” They grinned at their own little joke. 

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“Okay, so here’s what’s up.” Jay leaned towards the person they were talking to, a playful gleam in their eyes, “You want this money. I want this money. This money was just sittin’ on the ground, and we both saw it at the same time, classic meet-cute style, right? So I’m sayin’ we settle this with an old fashioned duel.” They smirked, the fifty-dollar bill that was sitting on the ground moments ago already safe in their pocket - for the time being.