Primrose Everdeen.

"Whatever it takes to break you.”

[itsaboutsurviving]

“At least let me clean the wound!”

from this meme

“Look, kid—” Logan unbuttoned his flannel with trembling hands, letting out a pained groan as he shrugged it off. It was torn up and soaked in blood, as was the white tank top beneath, but when he peeled that bottom layer up and away from his torso, the deep gash that had been bleeding profusely (and terminally) minutes ago was already starting to seal up. — It was still a damn mess and it fucking hurt like a son of a bitch, but his healing factor was taking care of it.

“There ain’t gonna be a w-wound in a — jesus fuck — in a minute. Don’t be wasting your supplies on me.” 

[littleduckflower]

Primrose fixed her eyes on his working hands. She could tell he had been in situations similar to this in the past by the way he calmly unbuttoned his own shirt, without any panic at all. He wasn’t going into shock either, which was quite common when people realised something really bad was happening to them so that wasn’t the cause of his calm behavior either. He pulled up his shirt and a soft gasp in disbelief escaped her lips at what she saw. The wound was healing by itself. Her blue orbs locked with his, brows raised in disbelief. Then she turned her gaze back to the healing gash. Primrose lifted a hand; she wanted to touch the wound to establish that it was really healing all by itself. But  he was in pain, and her fingers hovered over his stomach before she retreated. She studied his face for a moment with an inquisitive look in her eyes. “How did that happen?“

[mistcity]

     From the moment she laid eyes on the small blonde, a pit of distress formed in Neoma’s stomach. She was the second of the youngest tributes the victor saw among the lot-neither of them needed to be in the Capitol for any reason, let alone the Hunger Games. 

The brunette stood at the front of the long line of chariots that were awaiting the doors to the City Circle, more or less pretending to be busy with her tribute. At least she was pretending until she saw the little girl from District 12. Neoma looked away for a second, seeing Glimmer admiring her temporarily gold skin, and started walking down from the chariot. She wasn’t really important right now anyway. 

If she hadn’t kept her distance, it would have been obvious she was mostly paying attention to the small blonde and not everyone else. Neoma was, for the first time, eager to see the clips of the Reaping for the districts-if it was District 12 then it was likely no one volunteered for this kid. But she couldn’t blame anyone for that. 

@littleduckflower​

[mistcity]

The brunette watched the entire thing from a screen she found, available for any of the mentors and stylists to use to see the parade if they weren’t outside. Her tribute did her part well, as she was taught to, and Glimmer was obviously very attractive-so who could ignore her? But when the screen suddenly switched to the District 12 tributes, Caesar Flickerman as well as the crowd going mad over-was the hell was it-their outfits being on fire? 

Neoma had never seen such a thing, let alone outfits that were actually decent compared to those wretched coal miner uniforms she was used to. Her face contorted between shock and confusion, wondering why this year the tributes were dressed so impressively. She wouldn’t dare say good or beautiful, District One would always be the competition. And the small blonde, she still looked so out of place, even more so within all the flames. What was she going to do? What would Neoma do?

She looked to the ground when she realized what she was thinking of. What a stupid, careless thought-to try and help the small blonde. Neoma wasn’t even her mentor, wasn’t even of the same district. What a traitor she would be-trying to help the backwards coal mining district. But the small blonde…

[littleduckflower]

The parade ended. Prim expected to feel at least some kind of relief but she didn’t. She could try to convince herself that at least this was over and there was no need to be worried until the next day all she wanted, it didn’t help her one bit. They were welcomed by their mentor and stylists with open arms. Effie was so excited she almost pulled them off the chariot before it even came to a halt, gripping Peeta by the shoulders before pulling Primrose into an almost motherly hug with words of praise, then jabbering away about the great dinner they were about to be presented as they began to walk. Primrose didn’t listen. She looked around, eyes roaming the area in search for that brunette woman from before...

Dinner truly was great. Literally. The amount of food was huge, she’d never seen anything like it. Prim even missed the company of their staff at first. Peeta and Prim were shooed to their separate rooms to change into something more comfortable and by the time they returned dinner was already on the table. And boy, did she enjoy... she didn’t want to but she did. The thought of dying in the near future took away all her sense of guilt.

[imsensingatriptoikea]

♭

manhandling symbol starters 

♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye

@littleduckflower

Locke gripped her jaw and made her look up at him. “What are you doing here?” He hissed. “I told you not to follow me.” 

[littleduckflower]

Primrose was too shocked to answer, widened eyes locking with his when he lifted her face. She swallowed. “I didn’t..“ she started, but she didn’t finish her sentence. Instead she lifted both her hands to pry her jaw from his grip. “What are you doing?“

[mistcity]

     From the moment she laid eyes on the small blonde, a pit of distress formed in Neoma’s stomach. She was the second of the youngest tributes the victor saw among the lot-neither of them needed to be in the Capitol for any reason, let alone the Hunger Games. 

The brunette stood at the front of the long line of chariots that were awaiting the doors to the City Circle, more or less pretending to be busy with her tribute. At least she was pretending until she saw the little girl from District 12. Neoma looked away for a second, seeing Glimmer admiring her temporarily gold skin, and started walking down from the chariot. She wasn’t really important right now anyway. 

If she hadn’t kept her distance, it would have been obvious she was mostly paying attention to the small blonde and not everyone else. Neoma was, for the first time, eager to see the clips of the Reaping for the districts-if it was District 12 then it was likely no one volunteered for this kid. But she couldn’t blame anyone for that. 

@littleduckflower​

[mistcity]

Neoma didn’t stop the small smile that came when the small blonde hesitated to look at her. She wouldn’t blame anyone who didn’t want to look at her anymore, for one reason or another. The victor watched the District 12 tribute look again, only then hiding her smile-because there was nothing to smile about right now. Neoma took in the small blonde’s outfit, discomfort running up her spine; the other girl didn’t look so out of place as the District 12 tribute did in her outfit, what was her stylist going for? 

When she heard a voice, the victor knew it was time for the parade to start. She took a second to get a look at the small blonde’s district partner before departing from her spot, planning to make herself scarce for the time being. She would find out about the girl later on. 

[littleduckflower]

She wouldn’t have thought much of being studied by the woman if she hadn’t sensed there was more to Neoma’s stare than simply looking for the sake of looking. Primrose was good at noticing these things, at sensing the emotion of the other even if they tried to hide it. She could step into a room and sense whether the atmosphere was right or not within seconds. The chariots were ready. The button to activate the fake flame in their costumes was given to Peeta as they stepped on and moments later they rode into the spotlights. The noise, the cheers, the cameras, it spooked Prim so much she didn’t dare look around, afraid she might break down. She wanted to be brave. Peeta’s fingers clasped around her own to give her a gentle, reassuring squeeze and they shared a glance. He gave her a nod and she remembered him telling her to just ignore everyone else and put on her war face. As she turned her gaze to the backs of the district 11 tributes in front of them Peeta activated the flames and the crowd went nuts, even if the looks on their face didn’t quite match their tough outfits.

[mistcity]

     From the moment she laid eyes on the small blonde, a pit of distress formed in Neoma’s stomach. She was the second of the youngest tributes the victor saw among the lot-neither of them needed to be in the Capitol for any reason, let alone the Hunger Games. 

The brunette stood at the front of the long line of chariots that were awaiting the doors to the City Circle, more or less pretending to be busy with her tribute. At least she was pretending until she saw the little girl from District 12. Neoma looked away for a second, seeing Glimmer admiring her temporarily gold skin, and started walking down from the chariot. She wasn’t really important right now anyway. 

If she hadn’t kept her distance, it would have been obvious she was mostly paying attention to the small blonde and not everyone else. Neoma was, for the first time, eager to see the clips of the Reaping for the districts-if it was District 12 then it was likely no one volunteered for this kid. But she couldn’t blame anyone for that. 

@littleduckflower​

[littleduckflower]

She stood lost in the middle of the chaos. Everything about her screamed that she didn’t stand a chance; small, underweight, overwhelmed and insecure with no bravery switch to flip in situations like these. At least she’s been too numb to cry resulting her to now stand like an emotionless robot while Effie Trinket fussed around the two tributes from twelve. Then there were Cinna and Haymitch, one of them calmly observing and the other sharing an amused glance with Peeta. And Primrose frowned in thought, the reaping playing over and over inside her head. Katniss had refused to talk about it for a very long time, convinced that Prim’s name wouldn’t be drawn. What are the odds, right? After insisting, her older sister finally agreed to at least listen. Primrose had been thinking about that day, having nightmares long before... She knew Katniss inside and out, and the thought of being volunteered for by the person she loved the most would break her heart. So Prim forbade her. Pleaded and pleaded and made her promise, and when her name echoed across the main square and her nightmare became reality she looked at her sister as the brunette fought back tears, nodded and tucked the back of her blouse into her skirt. No more little duck tale. No more need to be protected. It was better if she was the one to die in the arena and Katniss stayed behind to look after their mother, her goat and cat, to hunt and to sell. Her family had a better chance to survive if Katniss was the one who stayed. Prim wasn’t very brave and she hoped to at least have a quick death... And here she was, dressed up in a body-hugging black suit, her blonde hair big and wild around her face with thick black lines around her sharp blue orbs. But the fear was right there, plastered on her face. She looked like a little demon scared to leave hell for the first time. Something made her snap back to reality. She felt it, eyes watching her, however not the studying glances she received because of her outfit. No, this was different... Her blue orbs crossed Neoma's and Primrose quickly looked away. Then she dared to eye her again, holding her gaze this time.

[justanotherrpmeme]

Scared

“I’m scared” “You’re not scared, are you?” “Are you frightened?” “You can’t frighten me” “There’s nothing to be afraid of” “Are you scared of me?” “I don’t want you to be afraid of me” “You don’t need to be afraid of this” “Why are you so scared?” “I’m scared to death” “Doesn’t anything scare you?” “I’m not afraid” “I’m not trying to scare you” “Do I frighten you?” “Why aren’t you afraid of me?” “What’s your biggest fear?” “You gotta be afraid of something” “It’s designed to scare you” “There’s no need to be afraid” “I don’t want to scare you away” “Are you scared?” “I don’t scare easily” “There’s nothing wrong with being afraid” “You terrify me” “Don’t be scared”

[persephonememes]

sentence prompts ➝  red queen

❛ The truth is what I make it. ❜

❛ I could set this world on fire and call it rain. ❜

❛ Anyone can betray anyone.” ❜

❛ Words can lie. See beyond them. ❜

❛ I told you to hide your heart once. You should have listened. ❜

❛ Flame and shadow. One cannot exist without the other. ❜

❛ If you know someone’s fear, you know them. ❜

❛ Right now, I don’t know if I’ll ever smile again. ❜

❛ You should know the difference between secrets and lies. ❜

❛ What I need and what I want are two very different things. ❜

❛ I see a world on the edge of a blade. Without balance, it will fall. ❜

❛ There’s nothing wrong with being different. ❜

❛ To look powerful is to be powerful. ❜

❛ I will never make the mistake of loving you ever again. ❜

❛ So you choose him? ❜

❛ That’s all this ever was. Jealousy. Rivalry. ❜

❛ It’s our nature. We destroy. It’s the constant of our kind. ❜

❛ A lie will raise me up, and one day another lie will bring me down. ❜

❛ There are worse lives to live. Don’t feel sorry for me. ❜

❛ Together, they’ve written a tragedy. ❜

❛ And now I’m the sheep pretending to be a wolf. ❜

❛ Revolution needs a spark, and even sparks burn. ❜

❛ Sometimes his silence is better than anyone else’s words. ❜

❛ They trained me for this. ❜

❛ I will never stop fighting. ❜

❛ Once, I was afraid of these walls, frightened by such beauty. But I see the cracks now. ❜

❛ As beautiful as this world is, it’s just as dangerous. ❜

❛ Fear will get me killed ❜

❛ You know people, you understand them, you see through them. ❜

❛ No one notices, no one even cares, when I fade away again. ❜

❛ I’m a shadow, and no one remembers shadows. ❜

❛ We know when to fight and when to run. ❜

❛ Time moves slowly when you’re waiting for something good ❜

❛ She’s like an earthquake in tiny human form, breaking apart anything and everything in her way. ❜

❛ The truth doesn’t matter. It only matters what the people believe. ❜

[frxckinggxre-blog]

Send 🔪 to find my muse drenched in blood after they killed someone, or send 🔪🔪 for reverse.

[littleduckflower]

Arranged Marriage Starters

"I can't believe I am marrying THEM."

"I want marry whoever I want!"

"You're not as bad as I imagined."

"No. NO! NO! NO! I am NOT getting married to YOU!"

"If you touch me I swear you will not live to regret it."

"This isn't quite what I expected."

"So... now what do we do?"

"I don't think I could have dreamed of anyone better."

"Let go of me!"

"You want me to marry THEM?"

"You can't make me go through this."

"I want to marry for love, not because I have to."

"I don't want to marry them. I want to marry you."

"Take me away from this. I can't do this."

"Will I like them?"

"What do they look like?"

"You can't keep me prisoner like this!"

"I don't care about your precious alliance."

"This is strictly business."

"I will never love you."

"Wow. I can't believe I'm marrying them..."

"I think I fell in love with you anyway."

"I would rather die."

"You can't make me love you."

"I love someone else!"

"Perhaps we can make this work."

"You're not my type."

"I'm nervous."

"I don't care if they like me or not."

"This is stupid. I don't want to do this."

"So you just sold me off to the highest bidder..."

"I can't believe how lucky I am."

"I paid a good price for you."

"You will have no children with me."

"So, we're doing this?"

"They are more magnificent than I could have possibly imagined."

[littleduckflower]

❛ Are you crying? ❜

“No,” was the immediate reply, too quickly said for it to be believable in spite of the steadiness her voice contained. A sigh followed, eyes closing briefly upon realisation. She’d aimed for a convincing answer so that he would leave her alone but knew that, now that she failed at doing so, he would stay to make sure she was alright and she didn’t want to cry more than she already had.

[utteredtale]

“They’re not better than me! They can’t even use the bathroom right!”

Jealousy meme // for children characters talking to their parents

        With an exaggerated groan, the broadened hands ran along his frustrated expression, grazing against the prickly beard before eyeing the little one. “Kid, what the hell does bathroom skills have to do with this? I’d be mighty worried if someone can’t use a pot without issue..”

- @littleduckflower

[littleduckflower]

"A lot!" The blonde’s eyes were widened and filled with a certain intensity, containing her eagerness to make him understand. "It's my point. If you can't even flush a toilet, how can you handle anything out of the ordinary?" How can they be better than me? Brows raised questioningly, determination written all over her face. She wasn't going to be walked over this time.

[vaememes]

° • ? ( QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.

❛ What are you doing? ❜ ❛ Where are you going? ❜ ❛ Where are you taking me? ❜ ❛ How is that working out for you? ❜ ❛ Is everything okay? ❜ ❛ Why are you acting like this? ❜ ❛ You think I would lie to you? ❜ ❛ Are you telling the truth? ❜ ❛ Are you sure you want to do this? ❜ ❛ This is your bright idea of a plan? ❜ ❛ What else do you want me to do? ❜ ❛ What else can I do? ❜ ❛ What do you think I should do? ❜ ❛ What makes you think that? ❜ ❛ Who told you that? ❜ ❛ Who are you? ❜ ❛ Why are you here? ❜ ❛ Who invited you? ❜ ❛ How come you ever asked me? ❜ ❛ Did you really mean all those things you said? ❜ ❛ Why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave? ❜ ❛ Why is it so hard for you to see that? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you understand? ❜ ❛ What don’t you understand? ❜ ❛ Are you joking? ❜ ❛ Did I miss anything? ❜ ❛ You don’t remember? ❜ ❛ Did you really say all that stuff about me? ❜ ❛ Did you think I would forget? ❜ ❛ How can you sit there and say that? ❜ ❛ How do you even sleep at night? ❜ ❛ Are you coming or not? ❜ ❛ Am I the only one freaked out right now? ❜ ❛ Are you laughing or crying? ❜ ❛ Who did this to you? ❜ ❛ Did someone hurt you? ❜ ❛ Is it just me or are you, like, ignoring me? ❜ ❛ You want me to apologize for something you did? ❜ ❛ Are you going to kiss me or not? ❜ ❛ Aren’t you the one who said it though? ❜ ❛ So, you don’t like me like that? ❜ ❛ Where do we go from here? ❜ ❛ Are you being serious right now? ❜ ❛ How was I supposed to know that? ❜ ❛ Oh, is that a challenge? ❜ ❛ Are you flirting with me? ❜ ❛ Are you going to let me go now? ❜ ❛ Are we done now? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t just ask me? ❜ ❛ You’re going to believe them over me? ❜ ❛ How can possibly think that? ❜ ❛ Did you even miss me? ❜ ❛ Did anyone even notice that I was gone? ❜ ❛ Why do you go around and kiss everyone? ❜ ❛ Did you kill them? ❜ ❛ Who’s blood is that? Is that your blood? ❜ ❛ Do you think this is a game? ❜ ❛ Are you having doubts? ❜ ❛ Why haven’t you been at school/work? ❜ ❛ Is there something going on that you need to tell me? ❜ ❛ You said you wanted to talk? ❜ ❛ What am I supposed to do? ❜ ❛ What did you expect to happen? ❜ ❛ How long you think you can keep this act up? ❜ ❛ You don’t like me? Do you? Like in a more than a friend way? ❜ ❛ Is that what everyone is saying now? ❜ ❛ Who do I remind you of? ❜ ❛ Are you hungry? Want to go get something to et? ❜ ❛ Are you drunk? ❜ ❛ Are you lost? ❜ ❛ What’s so great about any of that anyway? ❜ ❛ Are you even listening to yourself? ❜ ❛ What are you going to do about it, huh? ❜ ❛ What are you staring at? ❜ ❛ What are you doing out here? ❜ ❛ Why did you call the police? ❜ ❛ Wait, do you hear that? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you tell me anything? ❜ ❛ Hey, did you get me anything? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t you come over last night? ❜ ❛ What did you find out? ❜ ❛ Can I stay here for the night? ❜ ❛ Are you throwing rocks at my window? ❜ ❛ Are you crying? ❜ ❛ What are you laughing at me? ❜ ❛ Are you laughing at me? ❜ ❛ Do you not understand the word no? ❜ ❛ Is that it? Is that all? ❜ ❛ Are you in some kind of trouble? ❜ ❛ Yeah, but, you have me. So why bother? ❜ ❛ What’s love got to do with it? ❜ ❛ This is where we kiss, right? ❜ ❛ Do you ever not just only think about yourself? ❜ ❛ Are going to leave me again? ❜ ❛ What’s wrong with that? ❜ ❛ Do you have anything you need to say to me? ❜ ❛ I think I’m going to puke. Is there a trash can in here? ❜ ❛ You really don’t know why I’m mad at you? ❜ ❛ Why do you treat me like I’m not important to you? ❜ ❛ Why are you telling me this? ❛ Are you ready? ❜ ❛ What’s with all the questions? ❜ ❛ I thought this is what you wanted? ❜ ❛ Where do you think you’re going with this? ❜ ❛ You’re just going to leave? ❜ ❛ Do you trust me? ❜ ❛ You love me? Or you think you love me? ❜ ❛ When will it ever stop? ❜ ❛ Do you think it’ll ever go away? ❜ ❛ What are you doing this weekend? ❜ ❛ You called for back up? ❜ ❛ What did I just witness? ❜ ❛ How do you cope when the one you love is with somebody else? ❜ ❛ Have you ever thought it? ❜ ❛ Are you wearing a wire? ❜ ❛ Is there something wrong? ❜ ❛ Is it something I said or something I did? ❜ ❛ What’s wrong? I thought that it was okay? ❜ ❛ Are you going to hold that against me forever? ❜ ❛ So, tell me, what else is new? ❜ ❛ You never actually cared, did you? ❜ ❛ You went to a party without me? ❜ ❛ Why wasn’t I invited? ❜ ❛ Do you think that’s a little fucked up? ❜ ❛ Oh, so you do speak? ❜ ❛ Do you think it’s really worth it in the end? ❜ ❛ How many more times do I have to tell you? ❜ ❛ You didn’t think that it would bother me? ❜

[vxndiction-a-blog]

“ Don’t hurt me. ”

The beast took pleasure where he could find it and this was certainly it. Though originally harboring a softer spot for children, EMPATHY certainly had nothing to do with this as he stood in the dark, cascaded in shadow as the full moon highlights pale skin, moving elegantly while rubies as EYES lock on the little girl. “Why would I do such a thing?” he purrs, fangs glistening with a quick lip of them, KNEELING. Goddess, why are humans so short ? 

“What is your name?“ 

— @littleduckflower / angsty sentence starters. ] accepting!

[littleduckflower]

Frozen on the spot yet ready to flee. The knot of eeriness in the pit of her stomach kept the adrenaline pumping and caused her body to tremble slightly, something she would never get used to despite being so familiar with it. The girl involuntary sought the best route to escape when the beast approached while confronting her with her plea. She didn't know why he would hurt her. Because he gave her the feeling he might. She knew that her assumption was based on one single glance, and the words had left her lips quicker than she could run and hide, but Primrose had learned to understand danger immediately without the need for conscious reasoning. Her intuition was almost always correct. Almost. If she would remain calm, then maybe so would he. When this realisation slipped into mind the girl took a moment to steady herself, blue eyes crossing red. "Prim," she said, and aftera moment of hesitation she dared to add: "Yours?"

[demisio-a]

“The children have to save themselves these days because the parents have no clue.”

meme / accepting

        ❛ nobody has a clue, ❜ says carl, not necessarily as a correction, but rather as an addition to the girl’s statement. life nowadays is a guessing game between right and wrong – one has to be right the ENTIRETY of the time, but if one is wrong just ONCE, it is their demise. ❛ everyone just pretends. ❜ he supposes that it’s fine, however, for life has ALWAYS been this way – not a single person has anything entirely right and organization is merely an illusion fabricated by those in power. one must accept that in order to stay ALIVE.

[littleduckflower]

This was a rare moment of quietness in which nothing happened; no walkers, no violent people on their tails... just a moment of sitting and plucking at the grass and being able to think over recent events to put the mind in order again. She made the statement without really thinking about it. "Yeah.." she agreed. "To be in a group but still have to fend for yourself all the time." A minor detail she'd been having some trouble with. Primrose found the group not long ago after the death of her companion, who had always protected her. She knew she had to be taught the handling of weapons and skills in survival and she had approached Carl to ask him about it but when she saw him sitting in the grass as if he wanted to take a moment of rest she didn't dare bring it up. In spite of that, she couldn't help eyeing the rifle he'd put down next to him with a look of wonder, imagining what it felt like to use it.

[enstorie]

Can you reblog this if the mun is 18+

[putyourbabyfangsaway]

“Stop staring at my cut.. It’s weird. ”

[putyourbabyfangsaway]

“No,” she said resolutely, immediately after he spoke the words she had been fearing him to utter all this time. Wide eyes followed him as he moved to arise from the bench, her heart pounding wildly because she knew she did not stand a chance. He could do whatever he wanted to her. There was no way out of this. Trapped by this realisation Primrose didn’t dare to even move as tears filled her eyes when she scanned his tall body, her fearful gaze staring right past him then because she couldn’t look him in the eye.

Eric smirked, hearing her heartbeat. She was scared of him. Which was only natural. But she didn’t try to run away from him. This surprised him a little. He appeared in front of her within seconds, grabbing hold of her arm, he raised it to his lips, so he could feed from her cut.

[littleduckflower]

A gasp when the vampire suddenly stood close to her, followed by a shriek when he grabbed ahold of her wrist and lifted her arm to his mouth. The sight of his bared fangs ready to puncture through skin and vein brought a look of horror on her face and an involuntary throaty "no!" escaped her lips as her gaze shot back to her wrist so close to Eric's poisenous fangs. The blonde's instincts finally took over logic. She tugged at her arm, kicking and screaming, hoping for someone to hear and come to her rescue, tears falling from pleading eyes.

[littleduckflower]

First-Meeting Sentence Starters

Several different scenarios that can be combined or modified for your pleasure:

"Uh, hi there."

"I was here first. Go to the back of the line!"

"Excuse me, is there any way you could let me go before you? I'm in a hurry."

"Service here is TERRIBLE today!"

"Is this seat taken?"

"Do you have a moment to talk?"

"Hi, listen, there's someone following me, and I'm paranoid so can you talk to me for a few minutes to make it look like I'm not alone?"

"Here, take this and run with me. I'll explain later!"

"Do you have some cash? This vending machine just ate the last of mine..."

"Hey, were you going to use this machine next? It gave me a free bag of chips, and I don't need to eat that many!"

"Do you work here?"

"Look, I'm not an employee, but the ____ are right over there."

"Hey, is this yours? It was by your feet."

"Are you from ____ or ____?"

"Hello, ____."

"I swear I've seen you on TV."

"Yes, I'm ____, and I can take a picture with you if you want."

"Oh my gosh, can I pet your dog?!"

"Sorry, there was a hair hanging off of your sleeve, and it was bothering me."

"Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to walk into you!"

"Wait a minute! I think they mixed up our orders."

"Ugh, this isn't my food. Did anyone here order a ____?"

"You look so cold. Do you want to borrow my jacket?"

"H-Hey, I'm freezing. Is there any way I can s-stand close to you and maybe get warmer?"

"You poor thing, you look like you're cooking! Here, take a bottle of water."

"It's so hot I think I might pass out. Can you help me?"

"Are you okay?"

"Oh, good, you're awake. What happened to you?"

"Where am I?"

"Get in! You're in danger!"

"Please, let me ride with you. There's someone after me!"

"Grab the spare helmet and jump on."

"Are you playing ____?"

"Hey, do you want to trade friend codes?"

"Hi, my date just stood me up, so now I have a free ticket."

"I'd love to take that free spot as long as you don't mind sitting next to me."

"Have you seen a lost child around here?"

"I found this child, and by the look on your face, I think they're yours."

"That coat isn't real fur, is it?"

"If you can't tell the difference between real animal pelt and fake, you shouldn't be harassing people on the street."

"Are we locked in here?"

"Can I use your phone?"

"Here, take my phone. No questions asked."

"What's cookin' good lookin'?"

"If you're trying to flirt with me, you may want to try again."