‘ --- so yeah, that’s why i can’t eat mashed potato, y’know, without thinking about that moment --- ohhhhhhh, ’ he trailed upon the realisation that his usual partner of crime wasn’t actually there. terry’s head turned from left to right in hoping that he would perhaps pinpoint his blonde friend hurrying up behind him. he then came to the conclusion that he must have lost michael corner in the city crowd ; but for how long he had no clue. pursing his lips, he looked upon his new companion with an air of sheepishness, a light flush painting his cheeks. ‘ sorry. did you . . . hear my mash potato story or . . . ?? ’ // @tailedprincess









