#ft. josiah

[ohsugarhoneyicedtorin]

@mccncastxr​  / ft. josiah

𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚎  𝚒𝚜  𝚊  𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍  𝚑𝚎  𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝  𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠.  the  woman  who  demanded  if  he  had  any?  probably  knew  the  word  all  too  well  if  she’s  yelling  at  him  for  walking  down  main  street  with  a  glass  of  his  own  mixed  concoction  drink.  “i  mean,”  his  hand  shook  as  if  to  say  here  and  there.  “shame  is  reserved  for  your  choice  in  shoes.”  

torin  points  at  the  guy  he  noticed  out  of  the  corner  of  his  eye,  “at  least  he  knows  if  you’re  gonna  wear  orange,  𝙳𝙾𝙽’𝚃  𝚆𝙴𝙰𝚁  𝙶𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙽  𝚃𝙾𝙾.”

[mcxiimc]

a closed starter for @jcsiahs​

   a s t r o n g puff of air pushed past his lips --- sighing heavily. "alright, STOP.. for a hot minute there." brows furrowed as he leaned in, arms resting ontop his legs. "repeat yourself for me, will you." oh no. "but not the entire thing. just .. just the.." another irritated sound escaped him. "just what exactly did you plan on doing?" it was a casually occuring thing for josie --- turning up at maxime's place and babbling about yet another of his little P R A N K S that he had planned on pulling. in the end, not that max would openly speak up about it, it was somehow endearing how he searched for his opinion before actually doing it. stupid, without a doubt --- but also endearing.