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@cocained it had been a while since preston had spent more than five minutes alone with iris. ever since the night that had put an end to their relationship, the two had been avoiding each other, spending as little time as they possibly could together. today was an exception, one the tattooed male had carefully considered before accepting to take charlotte to the park with the female. "i can believe of big she's gotten." the male confessed, a weak chuckle escaping his lips as his dark hues stay focused on the little girl playing in the sandbox.
post-trauma starters / accepting !
@daeliin said: “i brought you a blanket.”
“ thank you, ” joey sighs. she’s GRATEFUL -- even if she doesn’t look it. it’s freezing outside in fall’s end at night, and her pride has kept her from walking back inside to grab her jacket or a blanket. pride. . . the word turned her stomach now, just as much as the searing pain of the tattoo on the back of her neck. she takes the blanket from dane, wrapping it tight around her shoulders. it’s ridiculous how she insists on standing out here -- but she can’t be inside. now right now. not after being trapped in john’s bunker for so long. “ i don’t. . . ” joey starts, before shaking her head. she’s never been good with words, and now? well, now, it doesn’t feel like there are any words to express how she’s feeling. “ i don’t really know how to thank you for what you did. anything i say is going to sound ridiculously stupid and lame but. . . thanks. you saved my life back there. i’m not going to forget that, ”
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Honestly? He could use a break from all the nagging.
sanji after reading that reply:
She tilts her head at Niji, her expression unimpressed and cold. “Why is scum addressing me? Keep your mouth shut if you know what’s good for you.”
Her aura is alluring — her lowered gaze and deep-seated glare; he finds it all... intoxicating.
" Scum? You really have no idea who you're addressing, do you — witch. "
Giving her a satisfied smirk as he looks down his nose at her, his gaze trails down the length of her body — pausing here and there — before he responds. " Don't worry, I'm feeling generous today. Be sure to educate yourself and I'll let it slide just this once. "
All our hearts as "goth older sister who works at the arcade" :)
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