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nasha being the only one NOT to ask mickey what it’s like to die OH IM GONNA THROW UP
BUZZCUT VERNON HE LOOKS SO GOOD
It took me a minute, but I see how this look ties into the theme now, less garden and more time. The old stitched together with the new, fashion renewed, it looks like two outfits sewn together to become new again.
"Hey honey," Cimmerian came up behind Clef and leaned his chin against the top of their head, snaking his arms around their waist, nuzzling them a bit. "Do you want to go to lunch with me?"
"Honey." The two other Ethics Committee members parroted him mockingly.
Jeremy huffed and glared at them. "Don't you have anything better to do than mock me?"
"Don't you have anything better to do than show PDA in a workplace?" The older one of the two grumbled.
But the shorter one just shrugged with a grin. "I just like makin' fun of ya."
Jeremy narrowed his eye at them. "Tiffany I will put laxatives in your next coffee, I swear."
"Do it, bitch."
Clef sighed and grabbed Cimmerian'd hand as she turned to face him. "Can we go grab orange juice and pancakes?"
"Is that what you call alcohol now?"
"Dickhead, I saw you pour half of the vodka bottle in your coffee mug this morning."
The brunette rolled his eye at the two then smiled at Clef. "Sure, let's go."
Be right back, I need to go grab Clef.
Wh... Why-- Why do you need to grab... Clef?
No reason, don't worry about it! You just stay here and rest on Bright's lap.
Wait, wha- [incoherent gay noise, followed by a loud thump]
[loud wheeze] SIR- SIR ARE YOU OKAY-
[incoherent mumbling from the floor]
bright, cimm, you guys good?
Bright:
Fucking horrible.
Tiff:
And what's up with him?
Cimmerian:
A guy he likes started dating somebody else.
Tiff:
Jesus, don't be so over dramatic. There's plenty of fish in the sea.
Bright:
He was possibly the only immortal fish I could have met and I possibly ruined the only chance of me being happy in life...
okay but troye’s album? all bops, all songs i wanna dance to around my room in only underwear and and a loose shirt
peekaboo !!!
keep readin for the commands friend!!!