// @honeybeeout Continued from X. //
“Guess I’m still getting used to these Wall Market nights. How do you keep moving all night long?”

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// @honeybeeout Continued from X. //
“Guess I’m still getting used to these Wall Market nights. How do you keep moving all night long?”
@honeybeeout from here
There’s a grumble under his breath at the ‘stop squirming’. It isn’t as if he’s TRYING to writhe around but shit - it hurts. So, he does as suggested, swiping up the bottle of booze and tilting his head back to gulp down a few swings. Broken bones aren’t fun, they’re painful, and he’s probably going to have to let it rest for a while so that it can heal.
Not that Cloud has any intention of sitting back and resting, doing nothing. It’s not his style. “Just...keep going. I’m fine.”
honeybeeout said: “Your foot is in my face.”
The morning after || accepting @honeybeeout
Reeve was in some kind of pain. Though when the other spoke, he moved his legs away from the other. almost like he was rolling himself into a ball. His back and the rest of his body was in pain and he couldn’t help but exhale a long sigh. “ Ahh, S-sorry. --- The hell did we even do?” he said lightly before he moved to sit up. rubbing his face with his hands, he couldn’t help but frown a little to himself. He didn’t remember much, so he was still rather annoyed with all of it. ignoring it a bit he couldn’t help but sigh.
For @honeybeeout
“Andrea...? Andrea are you there?” He called out, his voice a little bit strained as he carried the dancer through the back entrance into one of the Honeybee Inn’s studios. The man was in terrible shape, covered in what looked like puke, his skin a sickly palor. He was still in his costume from last night’s show, so he’d probably been out in the darkened alley for over 12 hours.
Setting the half-conscious man down on one of the chairs, Leslie looked around for the Inn’s proprietor.
@honeybeeout Cont. From ASK
Ooooh, this was interesting. She didn’t come down from the ShinRa building often but when she got the chance, she wanted to have some fun! She nods enthusiastically. Who didn’t like to dress up? “Yes let’s see! Don’t worry, I can pay you well.” She says with a smile.
Castlevania Season Three Sentence Starters || {open}
@honeybeeout said:
Don’t be sorry. Just be better.
Reeve squared his shoulders and smiled. Andrea had a way of cutting through Reeve’s bouts of self-pity and agonizing. “I will.”
@honeybeeout || Continued from here
“If you just kept to your little Honey Bee Inn I wouldn’t have to put my hands on you!” She gave him a vicious snarl. “It’s all fair game as long as they’re not going through your door, you don’t need to be reaching out for clients.”
@honeybeeout continued from x
A chuckle left the redhead as he leaned back in the booth. “ Well, gotta say I enjoy the show. “ A smile, “ Still tryna figure out whether it works for you or not though. Jury’s still out on that one.”