#joniksj

[american-suiteheart]

mriaouw

mmrrow!! :grabsyou:

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ID: a low resolution picture of a kitten squinting with its mouth slightly open, leaning its front paws over a white mug. Captions read "and why he eepy (laughing crying face)". End ID

ME RN............ eepy and tucked into my blanky (very awesome)

[romanocheese]

[is grabbed] WAUGH

hi :)

[jadetuin]

lil nas x

call me by your name (tell me you love me in private)

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[hnads ye a cup of baguette]

*slurp slurp* mm crunchy :)

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weird asks askgame:

16. most comfortable position to sit in? 👉👈

either curled up or criss cross applesauce <3

[romanocheese]

(book character descripton askgame)

I run a milkshake stand near where I live on the north side of town. I get the most profits come the summer months, where everyone's dying to have some kind of cold drink. I do get some regular customers now and then, but they ne'er seem to stick around for long once they've got their order. Nonetheless, I still appreciate their every smile, their every tip.

But I do have good news; here's the story:

It was a relatively slow day yesterday, not that I didn't expect it. The snow had just finished billowing onto the streets a few minutes back, and I was ready to pick up my shovel and get to work on getting it out of the road. I had just sat up –

The bell out the front rang, and out into my view came a tall lad around my age, jacketed up in what seemed to be three layers of clothes, all the same shade of grey. A bright blue scarf adorned his neck and a viridian hat topped his blond hair, which danced gently in the weak, but frigid, breeze. Amidst all his layers, though, his face glowed in pastel hues, and his smile bafflingly outshone the snow and the clouded sun.

I rolled my chair o'er to the front, my eyebrows raised in intrigue at how brightly he glimmered. "G'morn!" He greets, one hand raised to wave. "G'mornin'! What can I get for you?" I greeted back, to the best of my clarity. He sat down one of the chairs that'd been placed outside, safely unsnowed in the shade. He glanced past above me and at the menu:

"One strawberry flavour, please? Medium." Said with enthusiasm.

And with the same enthusiasm I checked back at him: "Got it!" and started readying the ingredients – chopped fruit, vanilla ice cream, some crushed ice. I'd reckon that with my recipe being so simple, I might've been outcompeted by some other stores or by the ice cream shop at the nearby mall with their industrial-level perfection of the craft, but I cared not.

Amidst the darkened sky and whirring of my blender, the customer seemed to be glowing the same way, tapping his knuckles at the wooden counter and humming what to him was a familiar tune. As I paced away from the blender to get a cup, he had a fond gaze at me, and out his mouth came small talk:

"You're cold too, aren't ya?"

"Aye, an' it's bound to get colder, I've heard."

He chuckled. "Were you expecting any customers today?"

I laughed back. "Not really, actually! I'd've been shovelling now." I then stretched my arms a bit, before continuing: "I'd much rather be here than go out there, though."

I handed him his order with a straw, at which he began sipping furiously. He kept his gaze wide open, laser-focused at me as his sipping became the loudest noise I had heard throughout that morning, as if to show off. And show off he did; he didn't flinch or shiver a centimetre, and our eyes locked with impressed confusion as he handed me the payment for his order.

After a minute of intense sipping, I was surprised to find out that he had finished the entire thing, ice and all. In my confused amazement I didn't notice that he was reaching his hand over the low counter and tapping my shoulder, his booted feet already astanced on the snowed ground.

I broke the momentane silence to him. "That fast?" He winked at me smugly, and said with the same shining smile: "Of course I drink fast; I've got fish to catch." I chuckled in its hilarity, asked him what catching fish meant in this weather, where the docks are inaccessible and the rivers are frozen over. He told me to not worry about it, adding that he'll be back the next day.

He came back here earlier today, fish in hand and all.

I had a new regular.

oh my god im so fucking Weird i love this so much

jonnie i'm trying so hard not to laugh right now you dont understand

[romanocheese]

not anon but! i have Confidence that you're atleast a bit taller than me (am 5'4" for reference)

you'd be correct! i am in fact 5'6