#dooweets

[scriose]

chris has his fingers slotted between barry’s before he can think better of it. he all but climbs on top of him in order to wake him up.

         ‘ hey. hey. ’ he waits for eye contact. ‘ only a dream. ’

@dooweets.  /  sc.

[whoseside-blog]

she raises her voice a significant amount to get a word in. it introduces more irony to the conversation than was intended.

         ‘ would you please quiet the fuck down? ’

@dooweets.  /  justine.

[crowdkiss-blog]

@dooweets

‘  hey. sorry for... almost fucking you.  ’

[amoresgatos-blog]

      franco flips the pages of the manuscript, returning it to an undisturbed state, and leans precariously in his wooden chair. he curls his lip, and his tone reveals his opinion without any explanation necessary: it was alright.  ‘ what did you think ? ‘

[whoseside-blog]

he’s content to let his cigarette hang there, unlit, and talk around it. he’d suppose it were a harmless quirk if he were at all aware of his doing it.

         ‘ got something you’d like to say, there, fella? ’

@dooweets.  /  chris.

[wholemeasure-a]

@dooweets

“You ever gonna believe me when I say you’re beautiful or are you gonna keep bein’ a little shit about it?”

[whoseside-blog]

         ‘ thanks for your concern, man. ’ he gives it a beat to allow it a chance to realize its maximum sardonic potential. ‘ it’s not like i’m fucking bleeding out here. ’

@dooweets.  /  ord.

[jungianthing]

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