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danvris replied to your post: haven’t been able to do much art recen...
Weird design student question: did you incorporate bleed into the document?
yes I did! i drew the pages with a .25" bleed on all sides, and i think the live area is probably .5" away from the edges?
i dont have any icons saved on this computer but im tellin hadley mushy oc things and just imagine a giant B) made out of lots of little B)s bc thats my expression right now
HEY GUESS WHAT you've got a cute butt and I miss both it and you because you are a delight to be around and I love you a lot
I WAS EXPECTING SOMETHING BAD THANK U BOYFRIEND I LOVE U
that didnt quite fit the prompt whoops im gomen
Gavril having to deal with entertaining cranky/anemic hungry Anthony while his roomie/juice box is away
Cranky hungry Anthony is like sleeping Anthony, only awake - with all the forward motion and motivation to move of a large slug. A large slug with messy bed hair and the half memory of stubble and no inclination to talk much whatsoever. Kind of cute.
"You know," Gavril tips half the teaspoon of sugar back into the sugar pot, pancreas already protesting at the miniscule amount he has put in his third latte this evening, "I can go out and get you dinner. I really don't mind." The white granules fall into the froth and Gavril wonders if he should have searched around to see if Breanna had any brown sugar. "Not even blood bags. I'll get it fresh." A grunt from the couch, one pale hand flicking the remote through Netflix, comes in reply. Gavril smooths his fringe down and dumps another teaspoon of sugar into the drink. His pancreas can shut up.
"Come on," legs up on Anthony's lap, ankles crosses. Mug balanced on one thigh whilst he stuffs a cushion behind the small of his back. "I'll be quick. And clean about it, you don't have to worry. Also I'm voting for From Dusk Til Dawn before you flick past it." The remote settles on the requested film, which starts to buffer. "Maybe Van Helsing later if you're feeling a bit better, yes?" Gavril lifts the mug up to sip the latte delicately, a hand shielding it from wafting too strong a scent in Anthony's direction. It doesn't really pay to be cruel to paramedics.
Quentin Tarantino draws a gun on screen when Gavril next ventures to talk, having finished his drink and edged up close enough to use Anthony's cold shoulder (literally, he's freezing, as always) as a headrest. "It'll make you feel better."
"Hm?"
"If I go get you dinner. I don't like seeing you sad and grumpy like this." Particularly when something can be done about it. Gavril doesn't take his eye off the movie, "I'm offering sincerely."
A few hesitant moments, and a quiet, "fine."
"Good." Legs off the couch, feet digging around under it for the discarded boots, chucked off earlier after a personal pastry-and-cat-petting errand. Gavril shrugs off his hoodie and drops it on Anthony's head, standing into the boots and leaning down to tie the laces. Halfway to the door, he snags one of the paramedic's jackets, spare keys in the pocket, "half an hour, maximum. I'll let myself back in. You keep that seat warehhh cold." Before the door closes behind him, he's sure he catches Anthony smile.
danvris replied to your post:shouldnt u be in bed
I was I just woke up for a couple minutes
omg
shouldnt u be in bed