#panderseck

[hunterhenderson]

@panderseck

There’s light illuminating his fingers, a perfect beam of setting or rising sun. His watch has stopped and the clock on the dashboard has shattered in the impact. It’s enough of a collision that Hunter expects for a minute that his legs won’t work but he can free them and eventually crawl out of the loosely hanging door. The entire front of the vehicle has been left unrecognisably crumpled. He can’t see what he hit, primarily because his right eye is foggy and pinkish, a cut to his brow above it.

The dirt is warm under his palm as the car is cold, not cooling. He’s been here a long time. His wrist is broken but it was before. Who is watching him?

[singingrass-archive]

      He gasps, “------ dogs!” Eyes gaping wide and a smile stretching all across his face, he’s on his knees at once, arms open and hands roughly patting any and every patch of fur he can get them on. Glancing up to the person that seems in charge of all this blessed goodness, his voice sounds wondrous, if not jealous, “These're all yours?”

@panderseck (Cram!)

[1353ft-blog]

@panderseck.

‘  i don’t get how anyone could voluntarily decide to be a teacher.  you’d think eight years of high school and college would’ve traumatized the passion right out of you.  ’

[tointernalize-blog]

      “Jesus Christ...” Taking the name in vain. Big whoop! He’s quite visibly rolling his eyes, a thing he does not tend to do often; sighing as he splays both big hands atop the counter. Their backs are just as freckled as the rest of him and the knuckles are scarred, though it would appear he hasn’t cracked the skin open there again in quite some time. 

      “Fine, if that’s what you want. But no poppy seeds -- somethin’ else.” 

@panderseck <3 // continued from this.

[bughunts-blog]

@panderseck.

‘  you teach ?  ’   the corners of his mouth turn down in a look of thought.   ‘  huh. wouldn’t have pegged you for it. ’ 

[plipio-blog]

@panderseck // 

          “  if you come near me,  i’ll attack you with my mind powers.  i swear.  “  a beat.  “  or i’ll bite you.  “

[singingrass-archive]

      Something about this person just gives him the fucking creeps. He tries to smile, he always does - but it comes across as something crooked and broken, more of a snarling, fearful animal than an actual kind gesture. “So... no clue how to get to the Discount Inn over in Middleburg?”

@panderseck (Sam!)

[helodrama]

@panderseck

legs are kicked up on his desk. just some friendly bonding. ‘  s’up dooges?  ’  ah. must be guest lecture season.