Aug 27, 2017
“do’you have a tylenol or something? ‘Cause my head kinda hurts and I can’t find them in my house.”
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“do’you have a tylenol or something? ‘Cause my head kinda hurts and I can’t find them in my house.”
hey everyone !! so i saw those messages on the main earlier today after work and i have to admit they made me pretty sad but also i can’t really blame them. i know i’ve been slacking on my part here and i deeply apologize for that. for the next few days, until the 31st, i’ll try to get on the main whenever i can, answering questions, and also just to keep up muse n stuff i’ll be doing some mini threads. i have all my current threads drafted and i’ll still try to work on some that i have the most muse for but it’ll probably be put off until i get back from my hiatus. anyways ! like this and i’ll try to write up a little gif chat/mini para starter for you, from yours truly !! and as always if you wanna plot, talk about headcanons, or plain ol’ chat just talk to me on discord @ chuckiesullivan #8644 !
❛ would you like some of the cake my students gave me? ❜ offered dominik. sincerely, he continued: ❛ it’s delicious, although they made it in the shape of a violin…. ❜ he chuckled. ❛ i know they meant well; but i’m tired of string instruments. ❜ not dwelling on his vexation, he lifted the cake box a little, a wordless reiteration of his offer to the other.
“what do people do for fun ‘round here? ‘cause i have no idea where most places are, besides the store.”
“Look. no offense but you could keep it down please? Some of us are trying to work.”
instant message ✉️ anyone
gabriel: last night wasn't a complete blackout but the memory of how i got this number seems to be persistent in escaping me
gabriel: mind telling me who this is?
gabriel: and maybe what happened??
Coming out of her house she didn’t think anything else could go wrong. She’d spilled coffee on her blouse, couldn’t find her hospital ID and to top it off her husband had drank the last of the coffee, leaving her in a sour mood. Descending the steps she hoped the day would get better but that hope faded when she noticed her flat tire. “Well that’s just great.”
“Are people in this town usually weird? Or aggressive? ‘Cause I just saw two people in a store throwing things at each other. Not in like, the joking way either. I nearly got hit in the head with toliet paper.”