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Morning & Blow My Mind by Pauline Zenk

#( twenty minutes. )

daeum

#( couture. )#lil hipster weirdo

( WHO’S HE GONNA TELL? )

“I’m not running into your umbrella. You’re sticking me in the face with it!”

“ --- having the time of my life.”

#( chat; peter. )#I'M LAUHIGN #because he looks so mad #thank u for loving letty

( ??? )

“It’s only impossible if you keep throwing it on the ground.” Dylan rolled his eyes, leaning over and picking up the gadget.

She debates threatening the well-being of his eyelashes, but settles for a curt shrug, discreetly flipping the bird as she cupped her cheeks.

“It’s yours now --- have a fantastic time.”

#( chat; dylan. )

hippiesispunkz

#( double negative. )#:/ basically

( ??? )

“I don’t think shoving it onto the floor was the solution because now I’m pretty sure it’s broken.”

“Was always broken, blondie. Or is looking stupid part of a greater plan?”

#( chat; nyx. )#lmao she's so aggravated don't mind her #ignore gif text

( ??? )

“Oh, damn.” Wells turns on his heels to search for the source of the noise, and sees the gadget in pieces. “Looks like you dropped this… Thing? Or well, pieces of it.”

She glances at the stranger, but only offers an arched eyebrow.

“Leave it.”

Letty doesn’t budge from her seat, and nudges the shockingly disarrayed, chrome-schemed mess with the tip of her shoe.

“Unless you’re an expert on cameras.”

#( chat; wells. )

( ??? )

Kyung-won jolts at the sound of something hitting the ground. They turn, seeing Letty and the abandoned gadget on the floor. Picking it up, they look at her with a kindly expression. “You dropped this.”

She takes a moment to properly narrow her eyes.

“I didn’t drop it; I deliberately slammed it to the floor.”

#( chat; kyungwon. )

( WASTED POTENTIAL. )

“I got it tattooed when I was in prison, black like my soul. You think I am a serial killer? I am flattered. I am too lazy to be one, I am afraid.”

“Thought so. Prison bitch seems to suit you more.”

#( chat; johanna. )#ur welcome 8)))))#letty is the child that preserves my youth #--- says the sixteen year old #also do you want me to shorten that to 'jo'?#ignore gif text #letty n o

( GERMO-PHILE --- AND LOUD. )

“24 hour shifts are the worst– let me tell you. I’m pretty sure I’ve lost track of everything I know. But– on the plus side, this pizza is fucking heavenly, I don’t think I’ve ever tasted something this good. Wanna bite?”

“I try my best to keep people like you away. Tell me what I’ve done wrong.”

#( chat; elijah. )#her cruelties should only be taken with a grain of salt

( RSVP? )

Okay, this is my first day back in the city and it would be kind of a dick move to not offer, hence, I have Taco Bell and beer in the fridge. Are you joining me or what?

“ --- what liner are you using? I’ve always speculated about the serial killer’s aesthetic.”

#( chat; johanna. )#she meant eyeliner in case that was unclear #and also she's totally fucking with her

( DIRECTIONALLY CHALLENGED. )

If you can’t walk around with umbrellas without hitting people on the face with it, stop using umbrellas. Why is this so hard to grasp?

“Stop running into my umbrella.”

#( chat; peter. )#lmao all i can think about is that 'and he ran into my knife! he ran into my knife ten times!'

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I’ll have a glass of your most expensive red wine mixed with a glass of your cheapest white wine served in a dog bowl. Silly straws all around, please.

#( double negative. )#i luv her

“ --- this is impossible.” Is all she deadpans.

And so she unceremoniously shoves the gadget, already in shambles, off the table and onto the floor.

#darlington.starter #it's not a gun :/ but it was actually the most relevant gif i could find

of caffeine and forks. letty & darcy.

From the cab to St. Bourbon’s Cafe, Letty’s feet drag. The flaw with living in such a small town was that there didn’t seem much of a need to dot every mile with a decent cafe --- up until your coffee pot’s broken and you happen to despise your neighbors. Also a recurring fault --- small talk. If Letty asked Killian for sugar, she’d be forced to watch his irises.

The woman behind the desk seemed to eye her suspiciously as she handed her the requested latte, a gesture that Letty promptly ignored. Last she was here, she fumbled in half-drunk in a woolly parka, non-discreetly pouring vodka into her many espresso shots.

After some drawn-out contemplation, she ordered another latte, and promptly plucked a doughnut from the contents of the glass case.