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@withbeasts // andrew (x)
"Preeeee-cisely. I just didn't want you to worry, champ. 'Cause, y'know," In rare form, he lowers his voice, "Some people that I associate with just carry crazy shit around willy nilly, but I'm not like that. I'm, y'know, built different."
But Andrew is smiling, or at least was. He must find this all a little bit funny.
"And you're always safe with me. I think together, we'd actually make a pre-tty sick team."
@withbeasts // andrew
“Look buddy, this is serious business. It’s a dangerous business. I’m fuckin’ tryin’ to fuckin’ help you!”
@withbeasts // andrew
Juniper feels awkward and uncomfortable when she wakes up in someone else’s bed.
First of all, there is not someone curled up against her — not Burns, not Lila, not even Harris or Spirit. There is a vacuum roaring where someone to comfort should be.
She stumbles out of bed, finally remembers, in her weary haze, that she had gone to Andrew’s instead of going home. She was lonely in the city, after dropping Lila off at Spirit’s with an awkward hug exchanged and not much else in the way of kindness.
She is still in yesterday’s leggings and sweatshirt, but she doesn’t mind the sort-of-grimy sensation. She’s more concerned about her host.
Gently, she enters Andrew’s living space — taking more time to marvel at the size of it all than she had last night. He is still on the couch, somewhere half-awake, half-asleep.
“Thanks for letting me crash,” she says, attempting to sound as casual as possible. “Do you want — should we get — bagels?”
@wthwolves // andrew
The dorky co-actor. Busy flounders when forced to make small talk.
“So how is. The play.”
@wthwolves // andrew
Burns speaks around mouthfuls of potato chips. “SO WHAT’S YOUR SUPERHERO NAME? FOR WHEN YOU’RE ACTING LIKE A SUPERHERO AND KILLING BAD GUYS AND SHIT.”
@wthwolves // andrew said: a kiss against the cheek after discovering the other is napping
They’re one mass of limbs tangled on the couch, and her laptop is set up in front of them on the coffee table. They’re watching scary movies — they have been all night.
Immersed in Paranormal Activity or whatever, it takes Spirit too long to notice that Andrew’s breathing has slowed — he’d even begun to snore a bit. She rolls her eyes and huffs at his audacity; she was promised an all-nighter after not seeing him for weeks.
Still, though — he tried, and he hasn’t been doing bumps in the bathroom like somebody else has been all night, so she forgives him for falling asleep. She rubs the side of his head gently, turns to kiss him on the cheek — blushing until her face grows hot.
@wthwolves // andrew
[ sms: Bragin ] Old sport wont shut the fuck up about you champ [ sms: Bragin ] So congrats on that [ sms: Bragin ] Not [ sms: Bragin ] Come get this kid
@wthwolves // andrew
“Oh.” A man. Her sister’s apartment. Juniper is very southern-grandmother about the whole thing.
“I’m just dropping my little sister off with my — little sister.” Lila has already slunk inside; Juniper fears she looks like a stalker. “I didn’t mean to bother you.”
