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@tvggey from here
to: linds! ♚ ➢ so much could go wrong though to: linds! ♚ ➢ i could die or to: linds! ♚ ➢ you could get jealous when im out getting info from creeps
CHARACTER AESTHETICS (3/?): @tvggey.
“next time?” any potential protestations stilled as slight arch in one’s brow presented, somewhat perplexed by the addition. was it an error or had the kiss been decent enough to warrant some kind of repetition? given his preference for the more intimacies that required less clothing, he had felt a sense of pride. no woman had complained about his skills in the more scandalous areas of relationships, but no woman had been given the pleasure of his lips upon theirs. it was a tradition reserved for those who deserved it, those whom michael felt something for. “are you saying you want to kiss me again, tuggey?”
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Every heists had its injuries. This one seemed to be one of the lesser ones—a few scrapes and grazes. Nothing they couldn't manage. Yet, Michael was the one who had gotten the short end of the stick. And as soon as they had gotten to the penthouse, Geoff had called for Lindsay to help patch up Michael's more severe injuries. Glass from a window had sliced down Michael's arm, deep enough that he needed stitches. That's where Lindsay's job came in. Not to mention the new burns on the back of his neck and upper back from an explosion that had been too close. "It was like an action movie," Michael recalled Gavin exclaiming, but still, they were second degree and hurt like fucking hell. Sitting on the toilet in one of their bathrooms, Michael was straddling it and waiting for Lindsay to come help. He rested his arms on the back of the toilet, scrolling on his phone in boredom, doing his best to ignore (badly) the searing of the burns on his body. At least he was already shirtless.
"i'm normally just a scout when the others need one. i guess being tiny has its advantages? i'unno, i just know i don't go near the weapons. especially not the knives." // @tvggey
@tvggey // starter call.
‘ you think they’d call the cops if i walked in, grabbed a coke and some chocolate and walked out ? like at least i’m not waving a gun in his face this time you know ? i mean they got robbed like three times this month already, i feel like straight up robbing them would seem like i’m tryna follow a trend. ’
@tvggey ❤ ‘ed for a starter!
“‘ey linds, what do you do when you feel like..like you’re keepin’ a secret from everyone.” his brows furrowed, an uncommon seriousness creeping into his tone. “like, i don’t wanna push my luck, though. so is it just better to keep some shit quiet?”
@tvggey continued from here.
[to lindsay] Im not saying that cause im drunk [to lindsay] Youre hte prettiest girl ive ever met in my whoel life [to lindsay] Like fuck im glad i know you