#lucy.oo1

[lindseygallaghers]

text 📲 lucy 😍

LINDSEY: so Victor decided to comment on the fact that I haven’t gotten my hair done in quite some time

LINDSEY: over thanksgiving dinner no less

LINDSEY: “lindsey olivia nicole gallagher, if you intend on keeping up this rouse of being a redhead, the least you can do is maintain it. I can see your roots starting to show through.”

LINDSEY: thank you, father. I hadn’t noticed 🙃

[idiotneet]

@stvller

Exhaustion presented itself pretty quick for one who had not done anything even remotely resembling exercise for the past two years. Seated on a bench was Kisaragi Shintarou, sweat dripping off his forehead and face paler than usual. He would kill for a cola right about now, but alas, his wallet only had the sad last remains of 35 yen left, and not a single vending machine was in sight. Of course there was the option of going to a grocery store where he could use his card, but that would require more exercise, something he did not have the energy for right now.

Instead, as his breath returned to him, he began humming and then singing in a low tune with a voice that cracked from how little it had been used for the past two years. But it was okay. No one was there to hear him anyway.

      ♪ Somewhere in these non-hectic days,          Something might have already gone wrong.          The color of your hair,          Your smile,          Some people might have already forgotten them. ♪