#pxgleg

[nxttraseri-blog]

[text] did you by any chance leave me that 7 minute long voicemail of you running and constantly tripping into bushes? [pxgleg]

[x] - [ pxgleg ]

[text - gimpy]: it…is possible[text - gimpy]: there seems to be some leaves in the apartment[text - gimpy]: i have brought you…a shrubbery!

[chillmixologist]

[text] I just got high off one hit and then Spent 20 minutes inspecting the gasket of our refrigerator and researching ways to replace it [pxgleg]

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> maybe getting high isnt for you> careful, next time you might accidentally build a time machine or something if thats what you end up doing with your time

[chillmixologist]

"Jackson, how many hours is this now? You know, you can only exist so long on coffee," Hiccup's brow creased, half-concerned but attempting to mask it with annoyance. "Come on. You have tomorrow off, please get some sleep." [pxgleg]

My muse hasn't slept for days, come in my inbox and make them go to bed

        Maybe he had a point. But sleep, for Jack, was better said than done. Sometimes, his just couldn't fall alseep, even if he'd hadn't had a consistent sleep schedule for days. He'd get restless or anxious or whatever other excuse his body had for him - it was there. So when Hiccup spoke, Jackson chewed on his chapped bottom lip considerably as his eyes cast down to his feet. "Mmh-- I don't wanna."

[chillmixologist]

[MSG]:I see you'll flirt with just about anyone. [pxgleg]

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> i believe its called being friendly, hiccup> kind of a job requirement for me to be

[thatsfortheliesarchived-blog]

✉ [pxgleg]

Send me a ‘✉’ for five times my muse didn’t text yours, and one time they did

[text: babe] i have some news for you[text: babe] we need to talk.[text: babe] please don’t hate me [text: babe] i don’t really know how to tell you this[text: babe] i think i’m pregnant[text: babe] hey, what are you doing right now?

[thatsfortheliesarchived-blog]

"You've been a bad girl, Astrid," [pxgleg ;D]

Astrid hadn’t expected that to ever leave Hiccup’s mouth. Not that she minded, she would rather enjoy it but something about it made her smirk. She was pinned against the wall, her wrists in his grip and the blonde felt her heart pounding in her chest. "A bad girl?" She questioned, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I’m never a bad girl.”

[nxttraseri-blog]

Sleep for the Wicked

pxgleg:

Hours, days, what did it matter? Hiccup groaned low in the back of his throat, a sound of protest as his brow furrowed.  Toothless was just being silly.  He didn’t need sleep.  There was a commission he had to finish, stitching to do yet, and then he had to buff out the leather, and… “No, Toothless, see, ‘s due in a few days.  Gotta get this part finished and then I’ll call it a night, I swear.”

"No Hiccup see you're going to bed." If there was one thing Toothless refused to stand for, it was Hiccup working himself to near death. He understood that the brunet was a student, he had to do commissions to make ends meet, but that didn't mean that he was just going to sit idly by while he worked himself to exhaustion. "I will throw you over my shoulder if I have to."

[chillmixologist]

"Why /exactly/ did you let me stay as long as you did?" [pxgleg]

My muse agrees to be completely honest and spare no details for one of your muse's curiosities, but only one. What does your muse try to find out from mine?

"I wanted to figure out what happened that night before as much as you did. Also, it didn't hurt the fact that you were terribly cute - kudos to my drunk choices - and that it isn't often the people I bring home stay the entire night... So it was nice to have company.."