#spicegrrrl

[v4vile-arch]

i take it back ilysm

[epaego]

「 for @spicegrrrl, from here. 」

Peck keeps his head upturned, watching the teapot with the same vehemence a sentry might, His brows puckered to a point as he inspects the porcelain from his dis-vantage point, searching for any sign of spiritual interference beyond its... orbit. He's still peering when Belinda replies.

❛ She? Is the teapot a 'she' or is there something... attached to it? ❜ He finally breaks eye contact when he turns her way, he hates how fanciful the question sounds, even now he can't quite shake the ridiculousness of it. Of ghosts. He doesn't know which answer he dreads more. ❛ Are you sure a drink ought to be the priority currently, as opposed to the ghost inhabiting your kitchen? ❜

[v4vile-arch]

⠀⠀YOU JUST GAVE ME THE IMPRESSION THAT WE WERE EXCLUSIVE, BELINDA + KASPAR / @spicegrrrl.

“did i?” belinda can really pick her moments. a zine and black marker is passed over to kaspar, and he signs it with a lazy flick of his wrist; cigarette clamped between his lips, using his knee as a table. he passes it back to woolly, a roadie who is as much a part of THE ANTI as kaspar is, who gives him a beer in return. “lyn hasn't signed it yet,” he wafts his hand vaguely, offering some, and yet very little, indication of where lyn might've gotten to. the manchester hotel bar is teeming with punk rats and scabs: the anti's loyal following, friends of the scene and other deviants who seldom see daylight ─── only the dingy walls and sticky floors of ballrooms. kaspar finally stretches an arm around belinda, pulling her close into his side. “they're just girls, b,” he says nonchalantly, as if she wasn't just one herself, “they're not very fuckin' interestin' either.” her jacket hangs off her shoulders loosely, and kaspar peels it back a little to kiss her there. one of those just girls sandwiches him at the other side, eager to chew his ear off, and entirely unimpressed by belinda.

[v4vile-arch]

KASPAR KING IS NOT DONE YET: AN ARTICLE PUBLISHED BY BRITISH MAGAZINE 'THE FACE' IN 20--. FEATURING LOLA KING, @spicegrrrl.

[v4vile-arch]

⠀ @ V4VILE, RANDOM STARTER 4 U ⠀ CHRIS LEE + LOLA / @spicegrrrl.

“ain't no way,” he point blank refuses, lola's smile taunting him as she holds up the costume. but they're all deadly serious. “y'all woud sign your life away to 411, huh? if 411 said jump off a cliff, would you?” don't be stupid, lee. just put on the damn costume. it'll be funny. maybe he just doesn't understand why he has to be grimace.

[v4vile-arch]

[adiosnachito]

@spicegrrrl, vik: you're a terrible liar.

“good thing i'm not trying to fool you.” there's a small smile to be heard in his voice, but it is as fleeting as the wind. the very same that whips the gravel path around the wheels of the car, spinning dust up into the grill and through the fans. the chevy is old and coughs it out into the small cabin.

lalo clears his throat, phone to his ear still. “it was nothing. couple of idiots fighting over turf.” he's seeing the humour in it suddenly. laughing, eyes lit up, “they were so ready to kill each other. for what?”

[spxnglr]

IT WAS FUNNY; HE HADN'T ANTICIPATED BELINDA OF ALL PEOPLE ASKING HIM FOR SOME ASSISTANCE WITH AN EVENT VENUE. She was a high-profile individual, after all (even more so than he was); did she not have someone already in her contacts for this? Him, as it turned out, he'd eventually concluded.

AS IT HAPPENED, THERE WERE NO COMPLAINTS - HE WOULD NEVER REFUSE A MUSEUM VISIT. once the initial scouting of the venue had been completed, he hadn't been the only one in dire need of a change of atmosphere, and this was a museum he'd frequented a number of times before. So, the pair had reached a mutual, hushed agreement to sneak off.

HE FLASHED A SMALL SMIRK BELINDA'S WAY AS THEY MADE THEMSELVES SCARCE. He didn't often take particularly kindly to being called Mister Spengler - he hadn't earned those three separate PhDs overnight, after all - but, this was Belinda. In an odd way, it was endearing, and he treated it as such.

THE NOTION THAT HE COULD COMMUNICATE, TELEPATHICALLY OR OTHERWISE, WITH MYCOLOGICAL ORGANISMS WAS GENUINELY AMUSING TO HIM. At that, his lips curled again.

❝ Unfortunately not. I'm just too familiar with the exhibit. ❞

ONE MORE RIGHT TURN, AND THEY WERE WELL AND TRULY ON THEIR OWN. It was only a short walk from here.

❝ What do you think of the museum? Up to expectations? ❞

@spicegrrrl || 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃.