procelle:
a devilish smirk appeared on theo’s lips as soon as he heard the word TROUBLE, it being something he was never opposed to. ‘ what did you have in mind? ’ an eyebrow rose, eyes focusing on damian before his attention drifted to dean; offering him a roll of eyes upon hearing his statement. ‘ don’t be boring, dear brother. ’
“how could i be calm, dean? look at us! look at you guys! i mean, i know i’ve got the grizzled, "Old Man” look going on but you two truly make me look like the eldest!” he knocked his fist against theo’s shoulder. “you used to look like shit, man! now look at you! have you been juicing?” he then turned to dean, still pointing at theo. “he is right though, brother. don’t be boring! let’s tear up the city bars, we’ll have you sober by 6 AM. i assure you!” his promises, as always, would have to be taken with a grain of salt.
















