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[innitfaith]

📱 - Bryce

Send 📱 To Find Out About My Muse’s Phone

What ringtone my muse has set for yours: House Of Memories - Panic! At The Disco

What contact photo my muse has set for yours: [x]

What my muse thinks of the way yours texts: Not very descriptive.

How quickly my muse responds to your texts: Not very quick.

How often our muses text: Not often.

How often our muses call: Rarely.

Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours: Sometimes.

Last text sent from my muse to yours: Ffs, what do you want from me?

[innitfaith]

@brycethegoth

It was night, as usual as Faith found himself making the usual exchanges he did. He knew he probably shouldn’t be doing this for a while, has the scars to prove it, but the money he earned had to come from just what his father had been legitimately dealing it. The money from the show.. well, that all goes to himself.  He earned that, at least. He deserved the better salary than what dealing could ever give.

The man walked down a new street, lighting up a cigarette and taking the first hit of it. He had finished with his deals for the night so his bag was lighter than when he had originally came out. His blue eyes set upon a lone figure by the corner and their appearance strikes him as.. peculiar. Their stance isn’t even in the slightest off putting. It doesn’t make him want to turn around so he kept walking until he got to the corner. Then he realises it’s a woman. “Waiting for someone?” He asks them.