#c:gunner

[dom-bastiansmythe]

in reply to this: 

And I will certainly buy a ticket to that show.

@archer-clarington​

@gunnerrose​

@hunterclaringtonswitch​

[altscige]

imessage ↬ gunner !!!

saige: hi

saige: [...]

saige: [...]

saige: i dn't know if ur going to ignore this bt

saige: i just wnted 2 check up on u

saige: n say sorry

saige: again

saige: i cld say sorry fr ages n i dnt think tht it wld. do anything bt.

saige: [...]

saige: sry tht sounded guilt trippy n im nt doing tht i just

saige: [...]

saige: jst wna know how ur doing

[altviktcrr]

@iiiiiiiiitsvicky: @gunnerpaxton happy president's day! [video attached]

[video description; a pov of someone in black gloves opening and crawling through gunner's bedroom window. they pause by a mirror to wave, before walking towards the bed. they hold the phone further away, landscape view. it's viktor. he pulls down his hoodie and with one hand, scratches his head over gunner's. a few particles fall into gunner's hair. there is an abrupt noise and the video cuts off in a blur.]

[viktcrr-alt]

imessage ↬ punt-sized paxton

viktor: hey neighbor ;)

viktor: you got any sugar i could borrow? trade you a little penny? you like pennies? you look like you collect stupid shit, maybe a little button? little button for little baby gunny wunny?

[scige-archive]

imessage ↬ gunnah! 🌻

saige: hey

saige: [...]

saige: did the little, like ,,, statue thing ? evr get fixed ?

[rosemaryfm]

( @gcnnerpaxton​ )

Bustling into the room like it had belonged to her - it hadn’t, obviously - Lydia found herself peering over an asleep Gunner, head titled and curious for approximately thirty seconds before she’d been prodding him with a finger, sharp against his cheek, “Hey, are you dead? I sure hope not, that’d be so dramatic,” she sat herself down, plastic bag crinkling as she plopped it besides him, “I heard that you got concussed and I was so concerned, I got a whole bunch of snacks and treats and also - a warm head compress? I don’t know if that does anything for concussions but I figured I’d get it just in case. I was going to put it in a basket but they’re all sold out for Easter which is so lame. Anyways - are you even listening to me?”

[scigebabadook]

@gunnerpaxton

It took Saige approximately twenty minutes to make her way to outside of Gunner’s door - five minutes to clamber out of the shower and aggressively towel-dry her hair, seven minutes to find everything she’d need, two minutes to find her mini-backpack and fill her hydro-flask, and six minutes on skateboard to reach his dormitory - not by any means a ‘jiffy’. She’d never been known for being on-time, only ‘fashionably late’ and ‘inconsistent’. “Gunner! Gunner, Guuunner - Gunther? Gunty? Gunny? Gun-tgomery?” Her knocking was incessant, enough to annoy the neighbors - enough to annoy anybody within hearing vicinity, really.

[scige-archive]

@gcnnerpaxton

“Hey, Gunner?” Saige knocked on the door to his dormitory - unsure of if he was even inside, or if she’d be face to face with one of his roommates instead. In hindsight - she should’ve texted first to confirm, but after the theme party - there wasn’t a guarantee that he’d answer, and she needed that - needed him to answer, or at the very least listen. In person she could maybe - maybe - get something out of him, even if the idea of confronting him left her feeling uneasy. Nervous - as if they were something real. “You - you like, in there? Don’t wanna like, use my head as a battering ram or anything - not that like, I would - “ she rambled ... to the door.