❛ So... Yer dad an’ I are datin’... ❜ He purses his lips and looks away as he rubs at the back of his neck, as awkward as ever.. ❛ So... Uh... I guess you an’ me are gonna be seein’ a lot of each other... ❜
* @reconcyl gave me a heart ( S C ) !!
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❛ So... Yer dad an’ I are datin’... ❜ He purses his lips and looks away as he rubs at the back of his neck, as awkward as ever.. ❛ So... Uh... I guess you an’ me are gonna be seein’ a lot of each other... ❜
* @reconcyl gave me a heart ( S C ) !!
“ what happened to your face? ”
“Nothing, it’s nothing–” Joseph murmured, reaching up to lightly touch at the bruises under his eye. They blossom out from the inner corner, along the line of his cheek bone, dark purple and red and angry-looking. It didn’t hurt as badly this morning as it did the night before. “Your father and I…uh. We might have wandered into a new bar and offended some of the patrons.”
It wasn’t an all-out bar fight. He wasn’t really cool enough for something like that. But someone had insulted them for holding hands while they were seated at the bar, Robert had overreacted, and he’d jumped to his feet to get between Robert and the other men before things escalated. Subsequently, he’d quickly found himself on his ass with the whole side of his face aching. He’d put ice on it already, and there wasn’t much more he could do but to wait for the bruising to fade.
@reconcyl
It wasn’t something people talked about. There were a lot of those; unbreachable subjects. Knowing intakes of breath or second long odd looks.
“Do I know you?” The question was harmless enough, paired with a smile and a polite, but curious gaze. Prying, from the start.
Of course he knew what she looked like- who she looked like, but assuming was rude. Presumptions could get one in a handful of trouble. The only saving grace in a small town was a closed mind and a sealed mouth.
“I swear, you look exactly like an old buddy of mine.”
reconcyl replied to your post: reconcyl replied to your post “tfw ur lights...
tbf that game was really on my side i dont know how it happened
eat my entire ass....
reconcyl replied to your post “tfw ur lights flicker during a boardgame online game”
um u know i was killin it ;/
u r dead 2 me!!!!
[ braid ] casually gives her step - dad some mini braids . : /
He’s half asleep, so he doesn’t realize Val’s fingers are in his hair until he feels a little tug. Brows furrow as he glances over to see what she’s doing, and he blinks when he sees the long ass braid she’s working on; nestled amongst several others she’s already created. How’d he miss that? ❛❛ Am I pretty now? ❜❜
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@reconcyl replied to your post “leaves a small kees on her dad’s cheek . ♡”
“robert: emotional” bich me too……………………
[ ME THREE bc I legit shed a tear while writing that jbfgjbg they’re so important weeps ]
@reconcyl / a family can be gay celestial dads and an undead lesbian knife daughter
‘ WELL . . . the general consensus is that the dead ought not to wander about , but i wouldn’t claim it to be completely unheard of . besides , who’s to blame you for not wanting to stick around in a bloody casket when , despite the predicament of lacking a pulse , you’re perfectly sentient ? no , no --- i reckon that’d get rather dull fairly quickly . ‘