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@hoxrdan // continuation from here.

( text; to: mr. cardinals ) do you want me apologize, then? ( text; to: mr. cardinals ) because i’m not going to. ( text; to: mr. cardinals ) stop acting like my boss.

#hoxrdan #🌺-┆⌜` sᴀғᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴs ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴇ `; ᴀ ʟɪғᴇ ғɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ʀᴇᴅ. ⌟ ❪ v. gta ❫#( i'm too lazy to change my tags rip #but also technically jordan is her boss #s o ??? )

❤ LIKED. — @hoxrdan

Drinking alone in the park at night is not usually one of Michael’s favorite pastimes, but it easily becomes one when a job’s gone so far south in the pregame stage that there’s absolutely no salvaging it. The rest of the crew’s likely holed up in their respective apartments, but Michael always found it easier to squeeze his ass into this child’s swing and think for a while under the streetlamps in disrepair. Nobody’s out here at two in the morning anyway, and maybe it’s that almost eerie quiet that appeals to him. A second bottle, drained, falls into the wood-chips at his feet and clinks against the first.

He notices the scuffle of footsteps before he can make out the shape out in the darkness. At first he thinks it’s a cop come to shoo him from the park or cuff him for public intoxication, but... that’s not a cop. No glint of a badge or cuffs or any distant red and blue lights waving him in. No, it looks like just some other sorry shit loitering in the park, like him. Soaking up the graveyard hours, probably.

❝ What’re you lookin’ at? I don’t have a damn dollar in my pocket if you came by hoping to mug me. ❞

in about 30 min + this chat has become a mess.

#✖ ❛ the loser behind the beaut ( ooc. )#✖ ❛ shenanigans with friends ( squad talks. )#tvrney #chickenraised #hoxrdan #jamesafee

JORDAN // @hoxrdan

the soft sound of rain surrounded him, but he ignored it. he was lucky to have found one of those markets where they have a little tarp above some benches outside. his head dropped down, his body tired from all the walking he’s done throughout the day. from the corner of his eye he could see people leave the market, and he hoped that none of them would come up to him and ask for him to leave, because at the moment that was all he needed to last the night ( and possibly the morning depending on when the rain stopped ).

he brought his legs up to hug them, his feet at the end of the bench. he hugged his legs tightly, how did he end up in this situation of no home, no family? he muttered something in russian to himself, his voice had the hint of sadness in it. fingers pinching his arm, hand, any body part where it didn’t hurt so he would believe that it was all a dream. please let it all be a dream.

#hoxrdan #╳ █ ❛ verse. what are you talking about? ( undetermined. )#( um this is shit but i tried )