#cxstark

[jnxholloway-blog]

dunk tank.

     [ ☆ ]—The son of the Cheshire Cat merely crossed his arms over his chest, huffing once he saw the young Stark picking up the ball and aiming it on the target inches away from his head. “I’m gonna tell on you,” He quipped, threat obvious in his voice as golden hues leered at the other’s readying form. “I’m gonna tell Penny that you’re abusing her favorite peEET!” His last syllable was raised to a scream as the platform on his butt collapsed just in time, plunging him to the cold and murky blues of the dunk tank. “Animal abuse." He says in between coughs, sputtering out a stream of water as he emerged from the depths. "Animal abuse, I say."

[pehades-blog]

[ text : caelia ] you can't be a saint. you're an angel. [ text : caelia ] here's the cheesiness you claimed i had earlier. it's a quote though. 'did my heart love 'til now? forswear its sight. for I never saw true beauty 'til this night.' [ text : caelia ] i want nothing in return, but your time.

[ text : kardia ] oh god- you did not just do that. [ text : kardia ] you really are cheesy, ces. the quote is beautiful though.[ text : kardia ] that's what you say now.

[emilyxwilson]

cxstark:

[ text : dan’s future wife ] uh-huh. you are neglecting me. |: why do i have to buy you stuff. you’re on missions often so you have money.

[ sms → billionaire philanthropist ] noooo you areee B( [ sms → billionaire philanthropist ] .... you're the son of tony fucking stark  [ sms → billionaire philanthropist ] I'M P SURE YOU HAVE MORE MONEY

[emilyxwilson]

[ text : dan's future wife ] hey, em. it's not that you neglected our friendship, but it's okay.

[ sms → billionaire philanthropist ] i'm p sure you were the one neglecting our friendship TBH [ sms → billionaire philanthropist ] u should buy me stuff to make up for it

[mxstayne]

[ text : margaret tyrell ] i’m sorry, but i can’t assume all the targets are not always straight…whatev’, maggie. want more cookies? [ text : margaret tyrell ] for now on, i can’t even play most of our games. i don’t know if it sucks or not. [ text : margaret tyrell ] i’m not always entirely drunk. it’s not like you don’t remember a thing or two. [ text : margaret tyrell ] define ‘more often’. and how is that fair?

( txt → cesare snow ) child, please.

( txt → cesare snow ) aw, it shouldn't. that way you can't lose anymore, so there's a bright side. but did you ask her to be your girlfriend, finally?

( txt → cesare snow ) i'd rather to forget most of it, and you'd be a sweetheart if you did so as well, yes?

( txt → cesare snow ) i was just trying to prove my point, and it is that the girls you pick up are usually the luckiest ones to leave the club. and they know it.

( txt → cesare snow ) but hopefully this will not happen again?

( txt → cesare snow ) i mean, unless you're going out with me. then yes, please you can make the money rain from time to time.

[pehades-blog]

[ text : caelia ] you are funny? that makes me a saint. [ text : caelia ] kore, i don't need a gift. the biggest gift for me is really spending with you. ironically, i am rather simple to please.

[ text : kardia ] you wish you were a saint like me, ces. [ text : kardia ] im not going to leave this alone until you tell me something that you want!!

[pehades-blog]

[ text : caelia ] at least, i'm trying, pen! joking. you are funny, pen. [ text ; caelia ] i can assure you that this prize is worth more than anything i've so far.

[ text : kardia ] of course, i'm funny! [ text : kardia ] should i get something for you as well?

[pehades-blog]

[ text : caelia ] so, everyone else is off limit. i'll try to remember that. maybe i have masochistic tendencies, who knows. [ text : caelia ] i can't tell you. all you are allowed to know is that i am going to play a game with you and keep you for the rest of the carnival tomorrow, pen. you'll love the prize. there is one.

[ text : kardia ] try to remember? aish. i can't even anymore. [ text : kardia ] alright, fine-- i hope this prize is worth it, ces.