#guitarled

[hellraisings-blog]

@guitarled

“hey, lady– that’s a pretty cool guitar. you actually play?”

[buztedblue-a]

@guitarled / call.

             DROWSY AND SICK, HE HOPES THIS DAY WILL BE A QUIET ONE. too often has he spent mornings recovering from hangovers in bright spaces and UNAPPEALING clubs -- the bowl of OMINOUSLY-coloured milk and cereal he has in front of him looks more appealing than anything murdoc could conjure up, any activity he could be DRAGGED out to partake in. the door creaks open, and it takes all of his / admittedly weak / willpower not to groan -- that is, until noodle’s familiar face bobs into view. instead of spitting DISDAIN, he finds himself genuinely smiling.    ❛     ‘aight, noodle. WOSSAT -- y’ need anyfin? ‘ow’d ya shleep?     ❜    

[endangcred-blog]

     “ WHY are you looking at me like that ?!”  CHOMP -- the banana was somehow half way gone, one cheek side now full --- the gross chewing noises were obnoxious as he stared toward such a strangers eyes.  / @guitarled 

[buztedblue-a]

@guitarled.

     a GASP escapes an open mouth once a pair of skinny arms wrap ’ round her waist  &  suddenly lift her up.   her first instinct is to grab onto his forearms in an attempt to keep her somewhat stable  (   something that is rather useful  ,  considering the way she can’t help but swing dangling legs to her chest )  .   initial SHOCK wears off once noodle realizes that it was 2D who had swept her off of her feet without warning.  

    ’    i am not a BABY anymore  ,  2D  !!    ’   clarification comes out with giggles in between her words  ,  making her whining come off more playful than genuine.   ’    let me down  ,  you are going to drop me  !!    ’

   TRYING HARD TO HOLD IN A BARK OF LAUGHTER, STU BEGINS TO ROTATE SLOWLY ON THE SPOT, CHIN NESTLED INTO HER HAIR.   he only speeds up the more secure he gets, feet thudding loudly with each wonky step.    ❛    sorry, WOSSAT? a can’t ‘ear ya from up ‘ere, speak up!     ❜    his voice is laced with giddiness, accent somewhat thicker and words sloppier than usual. he’s in a good mood, and the change is so drastic it’s almost concerning.

   it’s inevitable that he loses his footing eventually, spinning around has haphazardly as he is. dizzy, as if DRUNK, he stumbles, tightening his grip on noodle to keep her as safe as she can be while he takes the full force of the fall. it doesn’t seem to dampen that smile of his -- in fact, he’s still snickering.   ❛    good ride, wannit? an’ a didn’t drop ya. jus’ dropped the bof of us.     ❜    

[airfcil-blog]

I LOVE U BROOKE 😘

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