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Bonnie smiled as she crossed the park, enjoying the wind on her face, and the smell of flowers in the air. It was amazing how much more real everything felt now that she was alive again. Being the Anchor had it’s downsides, of course, but the benefits greatly outweighed them.
Finally finding a nice sunny spot, Bonnie settled in the soft grass, turning her face towards the sky and enjoying feeling the warmth of sunlight on her skin. It was definitely good to be alive.
[ outgoing call; Chibs ]
“'Ey. Can we talk?”
“So? What's this got to do with me?”
He’s not having it with the world today. For all he’s concerned, the world can fuck off. A cigarette between his fingers and a tumbler of whiskey dancing between his finger tips, he sits at the bar and drinks his troubles away.
[Text; Mickey] What did we even do last night? [Text; Mickey] There's a guy passed out on our lawn and a slice of cheese nailed to the ceiling ???
[ text;Ian @ 12:14PM ] beats the shit out of me
[ text;Ian @ 12:15PM ] i think that was the last piece of cheese too
[ text;Ian @ 12:15PM ] fuck
dilseachd
“'Ey, so, uh -- I'm headin' out here pretty soon. Apparently shit back home's hittin' the fan and I gotta play House and go sweep it all the fuck up. You gonna be alright on your own for a couple months, old man?”
alienlooking
A head of black was all that was visible as the face of the boy below was buried into the pillow beneath him. Arm slung over one side of the bed and legs sprawled. He was resting peacefully in noth- ing but a bare chest and a pair of boxers. A brow quirked in a tired haze as arms came to his shoulders and jerked him up with a forceful shove of his back into the mattress below. A slight look of aggravation, as if he could very well kill whoever was responsible, flicked past his face in instinct but was gone just as suddenly as it had come. The sight of the boy atop him, pinning him to the bed for a change, coaxed an im- pressed grin across his lips as he stared up.
“Careful, hotshot. Actin' like that's gonna get you in trouble.”
