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[cursedofsilvermoons-blog]

A cool breeze brushed against her face as she watched the waves crashed in the moonlight. It had been a decent time since the first time she had come down to the shore side with Aiden and tonight seemed perfect to get away. After all, she couldn't help but feel like her cousin and her little boyfriend was waiting for her to turn on them. Then again, she couldn't exactly blame them. Especially since who she was falling for.

[matthewweitz]

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     The corners of his mouth twitched up into a smirk with a short and sharp breath of air leaving his nose indicating that he found her sarcasm amusing.

     “I’ve got nothing else to do tonight so share away.” He brought the rim of coffee mug that was in his hands to his lips and took a drink. “Unless you’d rather not. I get it, it’s personal. The offer still stands.”

[hollabackmerc]

“The trick for when they tell to cough is--” 🚨 || @conartistswithavendetta

A soft jolt and Wade shoots straight up from his napping spot with an exuberant-, “We forgot Kevin!” There’s a momentary pause from his behalf that he allows to settle before proceeding to squint through his mask at his new surroundings. “Hold the phone!--And the mayo. This isn’t the street corner where I was taking my three AM siesta.” Grogginess clears from the jumbled mess that is his mind, and he pilfers through terrible memory to recall-- Zip. Nada. But whatever reason they had for putting him in the back of a cop’s vehicle, Wade knew he probably deserved it. And now.. His gaze drops to the cuffs that bind his wrists together, instinctively giving the chain a hard yank, the action only amounting to some rattling as he discovers that the other end of the metal is welded to the floor below his heel. A bit excessive, he’d say. There’s a curious contemplation for his austere holding, the inside of what he presumes to be a cop van, a lovely dead-gray coating over a bare box of an interior save for two benches that were fixed to the vehicle on either side. From what he can gather, using previous (unfortunate) experience to his aid, he was being transported to a larger facility. Scratch that, they were being transported. It’s only then that he acknowledges the otherwise normal looking fella who had been sitting on the bench across from him this entire time, presumably having scooted so that he were tucked away in a corner, the one furthest away from Wade. He doesn’t miss a beat after this realization before starting up, “Something tells me we’re heading to jail. Either that or this is some reeeally elaborate kinda foreplay.”