( * | @devonxduffy . )
an arched eyebrow and a glance sideways has mallory squinting ever so slightly at the hot mess beside her. like come on, what guy wears eyeliner anymore? this is the two thousand tens, jesus christ. sniffing some, her gaze is pulled back downwards towards her phone, with a halfhearted attempt to get a connection on it or something. yet not even a minute later her gaze is once again pulled back to the other, and she scowls.
❛–could you cut that shit out? you’re being really distracting. ❜








