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[drunk text] but what’s the point of a Disney sing off party if you’re not here. You have to be be the Pumbaa to my Timon (@vae)

DRUNK TEXTS, B*TCHFor ;; @cyeoni​☁ Accepting ☁

[ SMS ; kiki ] oh whaaaaaaaaaat[ SMS ; kiki ] YOU’RE DOING DISNEY SING OFFS W/OUT ME?[ SMS ; kiki ] it’s ok i’ll serenade u with the whole tarzan                        soundtrack when you get home

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∞ F l o r a //solxtxry

Starter for @solxtxry

                 “Is this yours?”                 Vae tugged the other’s sleeve, one hand curled into the loose fabric on their arm while the other held out a folded leather wallet; completely untouched except for a scuff mark from where Vae had accidentally stepped on it. She was in her work uniform, a ruddy, beige apron tied around her waist and hanging off of her neck; covered in dirt and green stains and damp in some area’s where she’d been watering plants. Her hands were a little dirty...but it was just soil, nothing harmful. She supposed she should have dusted his hands off before touching anyone’s possessions...but...                 “I just found it, and you’re the nearest to it...if it’s not then I suppose I’ll have to bring it into the shop.”