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@malicemalefic

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foodfuck

winter green miso paste

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thejackalhasarrived

#[ profile; ]#[yeah it's just his face come on omg dgsfhgsjf]

pettydavis

being on here 5 years does not make you heauxes a tumblr ancient. im sorry but you have to have been here when ppl still said “creys” and “what is air” and you actually remember this cursed imaged

#[ ooc; ]#yup i remember this omg

wow, haven’t been on this blog for... ages. well, time to dust off and get back to it!

#[ ooc; ]#five years holy cow #had it not for eli wouldn't have looked #and whoa it's still an active blog per se #lol yay another blog i get to keep!#i love my angry kiddo and he's back... ish #i need to clean up some stuff on here

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Busted. “…Christ, I dun even have an excuse to give.” Batting her eyelashes and acting sweet wouldn’t work on this one. “Forgive me for not bein’ very ladylike. I ought not to be starin’ so blatantly, I know.” She smiles sheepishly and bites her tongue before letting out a laugh. “It’s puttin’ ideas in my head, yes. But I’ll be polite and pretend it ain’t happenin’.”

Nodding, she turns and heads down the street. She doesn’t take too many trips to this particular convenience store, but she’s willing to make an exception tonight. “…so, you enjoyin’ bein’ back so far?”

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—— "Be glad I'm not charging," he joked, "But first five minutes' usually free." He'll be making a lot of money, if ever. He followed her lead, then, walking next to her. It's been a while, but the air hasn't changed.

"Yeah, it feels the same. People are still mad and accusing the heavens... and hell. Am I enjoying it? Ask me again after I've had a Twinkie."

#beautifuldeadlybitch #[yeah just omg hahaha]

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"I do remember. But I try to focus on the nicer smells most people emit.” And now she has to pretend like she’s giving him a professional look over. That’ll go over well. Doing her best not to let her eyes linger—she knows he sees past the act, anyway—she just shrugs as nonchalantly as possible. ”Sequins no. But leather? Well…” If it’s not clear by the look on her face, she approves of the idea.

"I’d be delighted. Seven Eleven is back this way, Rude Boy. C’mon."

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—— "All you need's a medium rare steak, some lettuce and you're all set." He pointed at himself, because, well, horse radish. "Let's not talk about me being a sandwich, it sounds ghastly than anything." He shook his head, then smiling widely at the prospect of leather. "Reckon I'm just putting ideas into your head, yeah?"

Ira laughed, "Well, alright, lady. After you."

#beautifuldeadlybitch #[I K NEW I SPELT SOMETHING WRONG #SEQUINS #JFC HAHAHHAHAHA]

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"I s’pose y’could smell worse. Like, sulfur or somethin’." She grins at the reaction to her mentioning Twinkies, and shakes her head with a small laugh. "We can get you some Twinkies, sure." Seven Eleven was open at this hour, wasn’t—oh. There goes the hideous shirt. No, she’s not staring like it’s something she’s never seen before. Clearing her throat, she straightens herself and raises a brow. “Ain’t that my job? Takin’ clothes off in front of people?” Yeah, she’s still doing that. Why quit something you’re good at? “Y’want me to tip you now? I ain’t got any Twinkies, but I think I’ve got a tenner burnin’ a hole in my back pocket.”

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—— "Used to." He reminded her, and something acrid. Like blood, he recalled. Now, of course, he took note of the look she was giving him. "Well, not that I'm planning on taking my clothes off for a living--you think sequins and leather will work for me?" He asked, chuckling. Speaking of salary jobs--he'll have to look into that, again. Is hockey still an option?

"... Or instead of tipping me, you can buy me Twinkies and a blueberry slurpee, how about that?"

#beautifuldeadlybitch

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"There is that option, yes." She’d like to go on and say that she wants to be the one to set it on fire in the first place, but she’ll keep that to herself for now. "The ash I do smell, but horse radish? Were y’rollin’ ‘round in wasabi while y’were away?” That shirt hurts to look at. She’s actually trying really hard not to squint. “Or a school bus. I’m damn tempted to start callin’ you Twinkie now coz of that color.”

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—— "Well, Greed, he'd bring some take out over to my office, and now it's just stuck." Also, he likes horse radish, only he didn't expect he'd end up reeking it. Yet, at the mention of Twinkie, "Oh, I fucking miss those! I should stock up--I suppose I can take this shirt off." Which he did, shrugging it off and shaking his hair, leaving his last layer--an undershirt.

#beautifuldeadlybitch

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"C’mon Ira. We both know I ain’t goin’ nowhere but down. Or… wherever Hell actually is.” A lifetime of good deeds wouldn’t be enough to redeem her sins; that’s how she sees it.

"Found y’by scent first, actually. Thought I might be hallucinatin’ or somethin’. You’ve got a smell that’s hard to forget." She pauses, then scrunches her nose. "Dun take that the wrong way. I ain’t tryin’ to say y’stink or anythin’. But that shirt is absolutely horrible, darlin’.”

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—— "Or you can watch the world burn, yeah?" A somewhat vicious cycle. But so does immortality. "Though I can't say this new shower gel's enough to cover the scent of ash and horse radish." Gazing down at his shirt, he laughed openly. "Still needing to buy some new stuff--I can now stand next to a yellow cab and blend in."

#beautifuldeadlybitch #[going back to the irish-esque appeal #we'll take it day by day hahaha]

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"Kinda makes me glad I have a long time ‘fore I ever go to Hell.” She’s trying to be funny and lighten things up a bit. Maybe it’ll make up for her uncalled for outbursts. After all, Ira has been a busy dude since the day they met. She has no right getting upset. “I know feelin’s ain’t exactly your thing, but if it’s any sort of consolation…” she looks elsewhere and relaxes her stance a bit. “…I am happy to see you alive and well.”

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—— "I've a feeling it would take a while for you, if you even consider going someplace else, sweetheart." Vampires are finicky creatures, he's learnt so far.

"I'm surprised you found me out," he replied, laughing. "The canary yellow probably stood out."

#beautifuldeadlybitch #[oh man #im not even sure if i still got his voice]

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"Yes darlin’, I remember you have one.” No, she’s not fighting a smirk. Not at all. She’s angry and she’s gonna stay that way. Maybe. She does relax a little as he’s explaining the situation—really, he doesn’t actually have to. “Yeah… that’s… that’s fair.” And it is. She knows what it’s like to be yanked into work at the worst of times. “Sorry. I just kinda figured y’were gone for good, I guess. Bit of a shock to see you again. A pleasant one, but still startlin’ all the same.”

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—— "Well, to be fair, I thought I'd end down there myself." Time flies quickly, but the absence of human contact can be slightly overbearing. He was so used to the scent and sights of Earth, the charred and decay and sin were a different touch. That also spoke volumes--that was the longest desk job he's ever had.

"And not be in this form, and sport pseudo broken wings and put people in endless misery due to their spite." He looked around them, picking up the familiar souls.

#beautifuldeadlybitch #[baby steps #hahaha]

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She won’t actually hit him, despite really wanting to. Instead, she pulls herself up to her full height and folds her arms over her chest. “…dick. Y’dun text. Y’dun call. Y’dun even give a girl a hint that y’ain’t gon’ be back for months. …not that it matters, I s’pose, but I thought we were at least friends, y’jerk.”

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—— "I do have--" and he stopped himself, maybe dick jokes aren't applicable yet. (Haha, Ira, you are so funny, he tells himself.) "Alright, a redo then." He bowed his head, "I got pulled in due to work, got stuck to my desk job, network reception was arsefucking annoying. But now I'm here, sort of."

#beautifuldeadlybitch #[hahahaha and Ira's still adjusting #he's all #oh im back to the actual living how do i socialize again]

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She takes a minute, reaching out to give his arm a tap—just checking to be sure he’s not a hallucination—and then…

“Where in the hell have you been?!”

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—— He flinched, taking a step back and gazing at Myra. "Yes, there. Hell, you know, my office? They sent me down there, back to my office. Loads of paperwork."

#beautifuldeadlybitch #[hahahahah and he's chill as always]