@pickmansmodcl
❝I’m sorry, did you seriously just call yourself daddy? Because that’s like...not allowed!❞
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@pickmansmodcl
❝I’m sorry, did you seriously just call yourself daddy? Because that’s like...not allowed!❞
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“Are you liking the new clothes?” It’s been a few weeks since they went to the mall and spiced up Shaz’s wardrobe. She remembers the day fondly because it was one of the few times she actually enjoyed spending time with them.
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Rosemary squints, unsure what she just walked in on. “Um...” Her voice trails off as she tilts her head to the side. “What are you up to Shaz?”
“Your feet are freezing.”
“Yes,” she nodded, wiggling her toes against Shaz’s leg. “They do that.” Poor circulation her mother used to say. Lucy was sure that must be true to some extent, but the most notable reason was that she was cold. Always cold. Laying next to her required extra blankets. Death was never far from her; it stuck in all the wrong places, her skin, her bones, toes.
“You’ll be fine...or I could wear socks!”
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“What are we watching, anyway?”
Moby takes a seat in the empty theater, kicking her feet up onto the chairs in front. She unhinges her jaw, insides pushing up some raw, packaged meats she bought at the grocery earlier. It’s room temperature, same as the rest of her, but food was food. As she spits it out, she wipes the plastic on her clothes then hands one to Shaz for their devouring pleasure. “Bon apetit.”
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“No, you don’t understand! This is serious, we have to pause this thing!” The way she’s pleading, tears almost welling up in her eyes makes it seem like she might actually have some real reason for causing Shaz a headache on what was supposed to be their day.
“We have to find the photographer! He-- He...” Didi begins to fan herself, trying to dry those incoming tears and flushing of her cheeks. “He took a photo of me and I wasn’t ready for it! That...That unprofessional dickwad probably has a picture of me looking bad and I can’t-- We have to find him...and kill him before he shows anyone--”
Perhaps she was overreacting. “My beautiful gorgeous reputation will not be slandered as long as I am alive and well!”
THEY’RE GETTING MARRIED @pickmansmodcl
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“Has anyone ever told you that your hair would make a great nest?”