“y’know, if you’re not a bag of sour patch watermelon, you can see yourself right out.” having known ajax for yearx, grace was more than familiar with his mannerisms. there was also the strange ability to know exactly when ajaz entered her little apartment. with her favorite purple throw blanket draped across her body, the brunette peeked at her best friend, flashing a smile that she hoped masked how tired she was. “i hope you know of the serious plans i have, and they include not moving from my couch except to go to the bathroom.” // @ajcxhqs












