#chat: grayson

[itsxsaturdayxguede-blog]

More angst

Reynard was sitting in his holding cell, arms pressed against his knees, hand pressed into that prayer position he always did when he was thinking. His head throbbed, and the last thing he wanted was to be alone in the police station.

But one by one the Urchins he was being held with were released. 

And then it was just him.

Until he heard commotion down the hall, light by artificial yellow light, and two officers leading someone into the cell across from his. He looked up,

“Gray?”

@graysunelder

[itsxsaturdayxguede-blog]

In this Corner

@graysunelder​

[text] open the door gray i’m outside

Waiting for front door of Grayson’s place to open, offering the man little (no) time for a greeting before Reynard began, “There he is. Heavy weight champion. Where’s you’re belt, man? You gotta have a belt. Since last I heard you jus’ sent someone to the goddamn hospital? -- The fuck is the matter with you Gray?”

[itsxsaturdayxguede-blog]

Anytime you need a friend

@graysunelder

Click here.

[text]: Hey, Grayson

[text]: I wanted to thank you for passing on that address. Bishop’s home and recovering.

After a moment.

[text]: And I also wanted to check in. I hope everything’s alright on your end.

[itsxsaturdayxguede-blog]

Let’s go to the Beach ☀︎

@graysunelder

After beeping the horn outside Grayson’s house he turned up the OutKast he was playing. It was days like these when he was glad he had a convertible. The car was packed, Reynard had sent his mother back home to New Orleans after a (long) visit, and he wasn’t being followed by any ghosts. It was perfect. He had his Ray Bans on. He was ready to go. And he was going to leave Grayson if the man didn’t get his ass out here.

[text >> Sunny]: Every moment youre in that house

[text >> Sunny]: Is a moment I ain’t at the beach

[text >> Sunny]: Let’s 👏🏿 Hustle 👏🏿 GA 👏🏿

[itsxsaturdayxguede-blog]

mass txt

@graysunelder, @javierdiaztime

[txt]: I won’t be at the house

[txt]: If you need me call/text

[tristan--kasnoff]

LOCATION: House Boat WHO: @angstfactory

Tristan lingered awkwardly for a moment before holding out a flat, carefully wrapped package toward Grayson. "Alright, before you make this weird, just take it." A light huff escaped him as he shoved it a little closer. Inside was a framed black-and-white photograph of Grayson from years ago, balanced on a surfboard in the middle of a wave, caught in one of those rare moments where he looked completely free and unaware of the camera in Tristan’s hands. The frame itself wasn't expensive, but the photograph was the first of his he ever printed and showed to someone.

His hands disappeared into his pockets once the gift was surrendered. "I know it's not much," Tristan admitted, his smile turning smaller. "But you took me in when you didn't have to. You gave me a place to land when things were...what they were." He shrugged, looking away briefly before meeting Grayson's eyes again. "Figured you deserved something that reminded you of who you are when you're not busy taking care of me."

[isaaac-spier]

@grayshaw

“I just don’t know why I deal with her shit anymore.” One more shot goes down Isaac’s throat. He’s had five already, which is much more than he usually has. At this point, the alcohol doesn’t burn anymore and he feels himself getting more and more intoxicated as he rants longer. “I’m just so annoyed with everything. OH and don’t get me fucking started on that fucking Alexander asshole or whatever his name is. He acts like he didn’t ruin my relationship. And not just mine too! He was with someone when he slept with her. He’s not even that cute.” He mumbles the last comment.

[xavier-sturgeon]

Xavier had finally finished his newest drawings and his first thought was to show them off, carefully he gathered the papers in his arms and darted out and towards where he knew Grayson’s room was. He hadn’t seen a lot of the older boy lately and it had made him a little sad, in his mind he needed to see Grayson, it was his new mission and he had to succeed. As his arms were full and he didn’t want to drop his pictures he calls out, through the door, “Graaayy! Graaayy! Open up!” his voice grows as he repeats his request, while trying to not drop any of his pictures.

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