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@judasfrck
Matthew's Moodboard feat. Judas Montgomery 4/?
”Truly great friends are hard to find, difficult to leave, and impossible to forget. .”
"Yet you love me anyway."
Of course I do. A Ferrari isn't going to change that.
Caleb’s brows rose as he watched her blowing onto her hands, an amused smile curling the corners of his lips as he lifted his own and covered her dainty ones, slotting their fingers together. Her hands looked tiny in his own, but he supposed that would help keep them warm. “Too good to you? No such thing,” he shook his head a little, catching her gaze and revealing his dimples. “I don’t want to go anywhere,” he agreed easily.
The small blonde shot him a thankful smile as he locked their fingers together, bringing an immediate warmth to hers as she admired the size difference in their hands. "You make my hands look they belong to a dwarf, Cal." She giggled, leaning into him slightly, appreciating the kind gestures greatly. "Then don't." She breathed out, a small grin on her face.
Think before you speak.
I never spoke in the first place, Gunner.
Attachments to objects with personal and sentimental value make sense. Not when it’s something that is easily replaceable.
Ah, you make a good point.
Robert nodded, pouting. “Oh. That’s okay. We can make other things. I like all kinds of desserts and I just wanna bake with someone. What do you like?”
"I- alright." Judas mumbled. "I'm not a huge chocolate fan, but I can't resists a good warm brownie."
"Really really, I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t."
That looks awful. Sorry to hear that.
In fact, this ain’t so hard. Since my home in New York is intact then I’m okay, but y’know, all the things from childhood… they are gone. Not that I care but, I never thought things would end up this way.
Things happen for a reason, I guess. At least you can live elsewhere, yeah?
"I suppose this is it, yeah." Athena responded quietly, looking around. "I hadn’t been here in so long and all there’s to see is a bunch of… piles of snow." The dark haired said, letting out a soft laugh. "Did your house get destroyed too?"
"Same here." Judas mumbled, glancing at her surroundings. She shook her head at the unfamiliar female, a haf-smile on her face. "Didn't have one to get destroyed in the first place. You?"
Really Ju…. When would you ever hear me talk about a car?
Sorry, sorry - I knew someone who called their vehicle that back in Ireland, I kid you not. Who is Cinnamon Apple then?
"So, this is it, hey?" Judas muttered, glancing to her right at the person next to her. She hadn't paid attention to whom she was speaking with, but regardless kept talking. "Back into Telluride, and then back to —" She trailed off, making an array of hand gestures pointing in different directions, "— wherever we all came from before this."