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[scriose]

         ‘ you got --- ’ he doesn’t plan on finishing the sentence; just gestures to his own forehead where bonnie has a spot of blood on hers. he’s worked his way through most of the fast food he picked up for both of them, but her favorites sit untouched and lukewarm on the table. ‘ almost had me worried. ’

@scorestole.

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@scorestole.  /  cont.

bonnie watches him for a moment, and then narrows her eyes like she’s suspicious. there’s something in his voice, or maybe just his words, that makes her feel like there’s going to be something awful getting dropped in a second, here.

         ‘ you’re not kicking me out and just taking me somewhere i can eat my feelings to make it all better, right? ’

         ‘ that can’t really be how little you think of me. ’ to be clear: what she’s accused him of is absolutely the route he’d take if they were in such a position. he’s still standing awkwardly, awaiting her answer about the meal.

         ‘ i figured we’d punched enough holes in our fast food cards for a fancy dinner. my treat. no strings. ’

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WOWEE

xoxo :*

[scriose]

@scorestole​  /  cont.

       ‘ fffffucking shut up, christopher! ’ is the smartest jab she can manage right about now. given that her jeans are soaked through with blood and she barely made it to his door in the first place, it feels like a safe bet to say he’s just asking rhetorical questions in the name of being a smart ass.

while the world spins, bonnie’s clutching her leg and feeling like she’s steadily slipping off of this seat he’s managed to settle her on. this isn’t the first time she’s been shot, but it still hurts like a motherfucker and she’s a little too over all this to be interested in putting up with his cracking wise.

        ‘ just be useful already– fuck. ’

chris is entirely too calm for a man attempting to nurse a blood-soaked criminal back to health. he finds his first aid kit, returns to bonnie in the chair she’s surely stained beyond saving, and crouches in front of her. she wouldn’t be here if he didn’t love her  ---  he’d have sent anyone else to a doc or a vet without a second thought.

         ‘ alright. ’ he grabs the knee of her wounded leg to hold it still. there’s a container of rubbing alcohol in his other hand. ‘ you can’t fuckin’ move, bon, you understand? and you can’t fuckin’ shout, either, or they’ll have me on the street before morning. ’

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u could post this at literally any time n i’d believe it

spoiler i’m always cryin over dareth & maera!!!

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         how easily she’s found out is unsettling, though bernadette has never been particularly enigmatic. some might say she is a bit TOO forthcoming, with absolutely no poker face whatsoever and a overwhelming need to share too much (but never enough; never want needs to be said). with a breathless laugh, too short to be anything other than pathetic, bernadette replies, “and here i was thinking i was being opaque.” then, a bit sharper, “can’t TWO things to true, bonnie? i’m a philosopher and a fuck up.”

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idk any maxi

SMH!!!!!!!!!

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fake news

half a decade we’ve nearly known each other and this is the shit i get