#himboceo

[mortatlas]

@himboceo​  !

      “trust me    --    if you actually care about your education, you should not listen to    joey donner    --    he’s an idiot.”

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‘  alphabet soup. more like times new ramen am i right.  ’ - himboceo (oh god..brock..no)

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". . . why would you make me hear that with my own two earba-- earholes?" was she really about to say 'ear balls'? perhaps. is she an idiot? absolutely.

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‘  touch id is pissing me off. ‘try again’ the fuck? it’s me with a lil chicken grease.  ’ - himboceo

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"jesus christ--" she's so tired. she loves her friends, really, but with the fact that the four of them likely share the same braincell 90% of the time, it's a wonder how any of them get things done at all. ". . . brock. honey. i love you, but please-- please, just use a goddamn napkin, or something."

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@himboceo sent  !

      “although i'm not making plans    --    i hope that you'll understand there's a reason why.”

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“here’s a candy bar. no —- i’m withholding it.” - himboceo

@himboceo sent  !

      lips spread into a wild smile as he enters the room.  always with such flare.  her hand raises, palm up for the crunch bar that hangs between his fingers.    (  he always knows her favorites.  )    however, the smile quickly drops as he completes his sentence.  eyebrows furrow as arms come to cross against her chest, lips pulling into a small pout.      “is this because i forgot to kiss you before i left for work ?”

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“BEES?” - himboceo

@himboceo sent  !

      his loud voice causes her to jump.  scissors falling from the counter, as her eyes find him.  eyebrows furrow as she takes in his disgruntled appearance.      “are you insinuating i sent them after you, or something ?”

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@himboceo​ gets this  !

      --      “how many times did i tell you  :  you don’t need this many bags for a camping trip, babe.    you packed    way    too much.”

[sheteacher]

@himboceo​ gets a starter  !

she’s really dug herself a whole here.  she should have started grading these essays last night    --    but what was she expected to do    [  …  ]    not go see shakespeare in the park  ?    so, she’s got her oldies playlist playing    --    perhaps a bit too loud for a high school classroom    --    and she’s three essays deep so far, when she hears her door open.    “i’m not having study hall today,”    slips past her lips without a glance up.  red pen sits softly on her bottom lip, before she’s underlining a student’s words.  once she’s finished her work, she offers a glance towards the presence in the room, her free hand slipping her glass off her nose and onto her head.    “oh  !    --    i’m sorry, i didn’t    --    hi, can i help you  ?”