#spydcddy

[pexfections]

killed one of her dads, second time will be no issue.

[witzbold]

that was completely unnecessary.

❝ Perhaps to a man of logic, it was unnecessary. ❞ Clopin purred, his sharp eyes gleaming with predatory amusement. ❝ But out here on the cobblestones, we call it 'paying tax'. A little taste of what happens when you build on stolen (our) territory. ❞

[emeraldofparis]

"It's not yours." / he’s got a collection of things that look very expensive.

⋆⁺₊⋆  ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ─── "Well, now you've made me curious." Her fingers brushed over the expensive trinket before she shot him a sideways smile. "Where did you get that? Don't tell me you stole it!"

[eraserisms]

❛  don't flatter yourself, my first-grader could've done this as well.  ❜

🐝 * ― 𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑫𝑰𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑷𝑻. 𝑰.

Paper airplane-d in from here

"Yeah? Well, my first grader could beat up your first grader."

Shota knew that wasn't likely to be true, Eri was a fighter but not in the traditional sense of the word. The homeroom teacher also wasn't in the mood for Loid's criticism at the moment. He might have struggled with cutting up an onion, his eyes burning and watering. He also might have made the mistake of wiping at his eye with the back of his hand, only worsening the sting, but at least the onion was fully chopped.

"What do you need me to do next? Or have I proven myself incompetent enough to get out of this chore?"

[ntzenin]

imagining them having little heart to hearts while they take showers next to each other, in the locker room 🥹

JUICE YOU KNOW BETTER THAN ANYONE THAT IMMA BE DOWN FOR THAT SDGFASHGDAHDF hit me up with it make throw up and cry

[etrefurieuse]

@spydcddy / loid and velvet gossiping in french

       ❝ it's been awhile haven't speak french.. ❞ honey gaze looked at the blond, her mindset instinctively bouncing on old words she learned from her big sister years ago. ❝ mais ça fait plaisir de rencontrer quelqu'un qui parle la même langue. ❞

[soverina]

[ WAKE ]: sender gently wakes receiver from a nap or otherwise.

❛ ⸻ sunlight  seeped  through  gauzy  curtains,   casting  an  afternoon  glow  across  silent  room.     she  hadn't  intended  to  fall  asleep,   only  meant  to  rest  eyes  for  just  a  moment,   but  the  tranquility  of  the  hour  coaxed  the  woman  into  a  deep  sleep.     she  lay  curled  on  the  sofa,   one  arm  tucked  beneath  rosy  cheek,   the  other  draped  loosely  over  embroidered  cushion.     golden  hair,   usually  arranged  with  extra  care,   had  loosened  into  soft  disarray ⸻ silken  strands  fanned  across  the  upholstery.     features  seemed  almost  ethereal  as  the  faint  rise  and  fall  of  breathing  parted  pink  lips  ever  so  slightly...

then  she  felt  it.     the  gentle  touch  of  a  hand  that  made  her  stir.     a  faint  crease  appeared  between  brows,   long  lashes  fluttering  as  consciousness  reluctantly  claimed  her  once  more.     for  a  second,   she  didn't  move.     not  until  eyes  opened  slowly,   unfocused  in  their  haze.          ❝     loid… ?     ❞          voice  was  hushed  and  velvet - soft,   clearly  thick  with  sleep.          she  blinks,   disoriented  in  the  most  endearing  way,   attempting  to  push  upright,   only  to  falter  halfway.          a  small  sigh  escaped  her  as  she  sank  back  against  the  cushion.          ❝     ...five  more  minutes, ❞ dainty  hand  instinctively  reached  for  his  sleeve,   slender  fingers  curling  there.     stay...

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[100thseal]

“ you didn’t account for my alcohol tolerance. ” knee deep in sake and he still wasn’t drunk. “ we can go all night. that won’t deter me from walking you home. ”

" I don't know how you can sit there like this. . ." so unaffected and cocky. She's not looking at him as she responded, not looking at much of anything in truth. Head down, cradled in the crook of her arm as she laid it against the table. Lifting away from the table, she sits back to look at him again, grumbling under her breath. “ tolerance, more like an immunity.”

She hasn’t been keeping tally of the drinks, only caring to match him throughout the night. For every one he had, she followed, one for one. “ If we keep going, you'll have to carry me home.”

. . . [ @spydcddy