#seraphicdystopia

[johncaseynsa]

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[text] I HATE BANANA HAMMOCKS.

[rnaladroites]

       "Sooo, I reckon we should get to fraternizing, if you know what I mean." A repeated, awkward quirk of his brows before he nudges his spouse on the side. "Come on! We're at a party, we can treat this like... like a real date." Though he knows that the other will not be inclined to forget their mission so easily, considering how ludicrous it sounds. And their cover happened to be reality-- a wedded couple, but the Sarah he knew would have been more comfortable around him. "Champagne?"

[johncaseynsa]

       // you twO STOP THAT 

[rnaladroites]

       + Jᴏʜɴ Cᴀsᴇʏ & Sᴀʀᴀʜ Wᴀʟᴋᴇʀ

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    ♛   -- ɪ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ᴡɪsʜ ᴡᴇ ᴏᴡɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴏʟᴅ ᴅᴀʏs ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

                           ʏ'ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ? --   ♛

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       Literally, the word 'shock' does not entirely circumference this moment, dark hues fixated yet alternating between seraphic and naturally stern features. Finger clench and unclench before he waves, a little awkwardly-- and there's a smile, a strained one, etched rigidly upon his own lips as well. "W-well, isn't that a coincidence! Here we all are in... heh, France. Like old times, y'know?"

       Of course he's come here himself for a holiday (courtesy of Ellie wanting him to get out there and try and move on, along with Morgan of course, but the male's already lost him within the crowd) but the other two? Uncertain, but... hopeful? "So, uh, you guys on a mission? You need a third pair of eyes? I'm here and available! Er, well, I guess Morgan's wandering around here somewhere..."

[johncaseynsa]

"So, uh, does a vibrating dildo stuck in the ass warrant an emergency room visit?"

       " -- you're joking, right?"