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Ello boys, How are ya… ? Good? Brilliant. Look, I’ve just come to say hello, introduce myself. Really like your record, smashing. But if you don’t put a shirt on I’m gonna have’ta throw ya out into the street. Al’right? Glad you’re enjoying yourselves. Cheers.
"we obsess. it’s in our nature."
╳ deathless meme || accepting.
❛--- yeah, but not to the same EXTENT, i don’t think,❜ she muses absently, chin moving to rest in the palm of her hand. ❛i just pick things apart to DEATH. nothing escapes it. i sort of look at everything and see what’s wrong right off the bat, you know what i mean?❜
"okay, maybe i am a bit jealous."
“Jealous of what?”, she asked, raising a brow towards Eric. Alison crossed her arms, although her feet were pointing to him- therefore, showing that there was still something to say. “It’s not like we’re together and then I just happen to fuck around on ya. Besides, you think they want me. in the slightest?,” she scoffed. “I doubt it.”
"how long have you known?"
“Have I’ve known wot,” the drummer asked Eric. “Are ye talking’ about th’ clubs?”
"i would go out tonight, but i haven't gotten a stitch to wear."
“Well then, what do you have? A t-shirt? Some trousers for the night?”, Hilton asked. “I’ve only got on a white t-shirt and a pair of black trousers for the night.” It was considered a casual night for Hilton, not one when he wanted to doll himself up in buttoned shirts, black dress pants, or Beatle-like boots. Perhaps it was due to the hangover from the morning, although he just wanted to have a good time and not take himself seriously.
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While the shower was still on, Abby sang to herself a gentle melody. It was a warm and soothing song she sung to herself, holding her comb like it was a microphone. For the most part, she was quiet- but there were parts she hit high notes, which echoed in the bathroom.
When she was about to hit the high notes once again, she heard the door open, then closed again. She made a crack in the curtain, small enough for only an eye to be seen. “Bollocks…”, she muttered to herself. On the other end, she saw Eric in the bathroom, then scurried her hands over to turn off the shower faucet.
