#straiightfire

[believeinthejon-blog]

@straiightfire “I need to give you a pizza my mind for eating the last slice a few weeks back,” Jon smirked, obviously a lover of puns just like her.

[psychotiictheory-blog]

╚ ･ @straiightfire   // continued xx

【 LASSIE. MESSAGE SENT. 】text message break ups are like prostitutes without gag reflexes 【 LASSIE. MESSAGE SENT. 】did ya go off on the bastard in irish or did ya rip him open a new hole?

[thepepsitwist]

@straiightfire​

Becky appreciated this conversation a lot, she was aloud to voice her opinion on stupid shit without any sort of judgement from Phil. It was a nice refresher because people like him were hard to find in this world; trustful people were a rarity it seemed. He was different though, that was obvious. “I’m too nice to be an ass, unless someone pisses me off. Might just eat their souls from now on, you know… ginger jokes.” She giggled, bringing her hand up to point at her straightened hair. “Adorable, lih’le good person around here?” Jokingly, Rebecca turned her head to her left and to her right, “Are you talking about me? Pft, I’m not that adorable.”

               “Most of them already sold ‘em to Vince so good luck eating all of theirs.” His statement may have sounded like a joke, but if you knew Phil then you knew that he was doing anything but joking. The hatred for Vince and most of his company was still there and The Chicagoan was never afraid to show it. But then he gave a little huff of laughter because of her. “Yeah, talking about you right now. Can’t say I’m talking about anyone else considering there isn’t another soul in sight. ‘less you count a dog but that’s a dog.”