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fornaxa replied to your post: “You’re so scary when you’re stressed out like...

“Why’d you thinking throwing that at me would help in ANY sense of the word !? ” Laynee pouted, hands on her hips

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    ❝   well, haven’t you heard of venting out?  also, i wasn’t really aiming for you, not intentionally, anyway.  you’re just... in the wrong place at the wrong time? ❞   he’s not really sorry, not entirely, at least.

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      ‘ SHHH. I’m dead. Don’t bother me. ‘ dead don’t speak. 

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“The drugs, Mimi, THE DRUGS. I’ve got them. That’s the offer.”

The male was only messing UP with her. “It’s not like the world swallowed me or anything. I MOVED ON.” or had he, really? ( if anything, he had only GENTLY cut off ties with her after high school. ) Possibly, feelings that once were held close to his heart were GONE and UP in the AIR, taken away by the wind. 

“What I’m SUGGESTING is is just a casual let’s-go-for-drinks-and-shit” It wouldn’t hurt, now would it? Caporeally didn’t hold and GRUDGES against her anymore. Just a little bit. But it was, in the end, nice to see a familiar face after some time. “Unless your BOYFRIEND will get jealous over how HOT I’ve become & doesn’t let you hang out with me.”

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Tobi x Jackie. The two of them would be that couple in a pub // club that lightly poke each other to grab the others attention. As they walk passed one another on the dance floor, a soft gently poke in the side to say "I'm okay, I'm going this way"

Because the small gestures between them are more then just mere contact, they’re a conversation. They’ve gotten so used to each other, spent enough time together to take note and understand what they mean to say.

They aren’t one for grandiose displays of affection, certainly not in public. They prefer the little things. Intertwined hands mean “I’m with you.” A small hug means “I’ve got you, you’re safe.” And a smile from across the way?

“I’m glad you’re here.”

It’s a language they’ve never practiced but one that resonates. They’ve become fluent in every small gesture, every touch, every incline of their head. And it’s more reassuring then words can say.

And when they’re ready to go - to spend the night together in each other’s arms - it’s a light tug and a short nod, and they both know it’s time to head home.

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She claps her hands lightly in excitement, the brightest smile on upturned lips. “Ooh yes, please. That’d be good. I’d been wanting to see them again. If it’s not too much trouble, of course.” 

She’d found them on the streets near her place - abandoned right outside her gate. Jackie had attempted to care for them herself, but with the way her schedule was fluctuating and the fact that she could have events in random locations, there was no way she could leave a pet unattended. 

It wasn’t like she was just going to leave them back out on the streets. 

“You sure you won’t be too tired after your shift though? I heard the guys by the door say you had some rowdy patrons earlier try to pick a fight with you. Did you get hurt?”

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fornaxa replied to your post “My timezone is such that when the Americans go to bed at midday The...”

BBY LET ME LOVE YOU

@fornaxa *glomps* yes pls. please please please <3