#ohaprils

[scggy]

        “  stop,  you gotta stop moving, it’ll mess me up.  ”    although his eyes are bright red,  there’s a euphoric feeling rushing through his body  -  his cheeks aching from smiling too much, sounds of giggles slipping through his lips,  a sensation only sativa could bring on to him.   “  ape,   i’m almost done.  ”    his fingers are holding a paintbrush tightly,  adding some final touches to the weed flower he had drawn on april’s cheek,  strokes of a wet brush grazing against her skin as he finishes detailing the plant with colors of the rainbow.       “  and, okay, there we go it’s,  ”    he leans back into the folding chair,  eyes squinting more so to block out the sun than to get a better look,  another laugh falling through.    “  it’s shit,  i’m sorry,  i thought it would be better.  ”    /  closed for @ohaprils​​ . 

[mattiehqs]

@ohaprils​​​ // LOCATION: juice-ton we have a problem

mattie had the day off from work, she didn’t have any plans and the weather was lovely, so she decided to head into roswell. her first stop on her adventure was juice-ton, she needed a drink, she placed her order and waited for her name to be called. her name was called and she grabbed her drink, she decided that she wanted to sit in but the place was pretty busy, she could only see one free chair. mattie awkwardly made her way over to the table, “oh -- uh -- hey -- could i sit here? i won’t bother you, promise”. 

[ranchmanu]

to : @ohaprils

location : greystone complex

the familiar sun at high noon was relentless, pale brick blocks of the complex blurred through the waves of rowswell’s afternoon heat. manu had grown familiar to the suffocating weather, it had never really bothered him, but he was glad whenever it dispersed when night fell. even on days like this, when he would come back home later than expected, way past midnight. tanned skin roughened as he worked his day away under the rays of sunlight at the ranch, all while his trusty companion was left behind in any available apartment with anyone willing to dogsit— one certain girl being the unusually most motivated to take up on the task.

as he jogged up the set of stairs & with marshal as the least of his concerns, his mind seeks for a reasonable excuse that would make him sound less of an irresponsible dog dad. knocking on her door, hands slide into his pockets as he keeps pondering at his excuses— ‘my horse tripped’. he has no time to scoff to himself when the door is opening, brown eyes widening. “ heyy… ” he exclaims in a sing-song cadence, casually leaning against the doorframe with a guilty smile. this wasn’t the first time manu had lost track of time nor the last time april was going to have to deal with his lack of an organized work schedule, but that still didn’t mean he didn’t feel pressured to offer an apology. or an attempt at one, that is. “ i know i was supposed to come back four hours ago, but… ” tilting his head forward to hide a grin, “ y’know, business—” what he really meant was staying up until late sitting on a porch somewhere in the ranch, perhaps drowning a bottle of whiskey & completely forgetting about his four legged child. he looks around the small apartment from his spot on the doorway, shoulders shrugging, “ i’ll pay you double for stickin’ with that fleabag longer than agreed, yeah? ”