#twosense

[freamed]

@twosense.

     struck ( a little starry, a little shocked. ) as still a statue in ozzie’s doorway, a harsh and oddly hushed whisper of, ‘ richard. peabody! ’ is all she can manage right about now. 

[inaday]

@twosense.

     ‘ ohh -- ’ he drags the word out with a leisure that stings. ‘ ain’t that a bite. ’ 

[freamed]

@twosense​.

     midge is halfway through a dinner roll, a butter knife in hand, when she spots him. five feet and eleven inches of rug cutting comedy topped by springy, reddish blonde. only ten feet from their booth, danny kaye comes to a patient stop at the host’s stand. ‘ shit. ’ she isn’t watching when she butters her bread, which is why it takes a proper glance at her plate to realize she’s spread it on her hand, instead. ‘ shit. ’ she makes move to cover her face, thoroughly pre-embarrassed, remembers the butter, and grabs for a paper napkin instead. 

     ‘ don’t flip your wig, ’ her voice drops low as low. ‘ -- or i’m going to flip my wig. ’ 

[freamed]

@twosense.

     aaand there goes the milk again. ‘ jesus goddamn -- christ. ’

[selfsaving]

let the stormy clouds chase everyone from this place. (for jessica!)

YOU  ARE  MY  LUCKY  STAR   !

*  &  →  @twosense .

               RAIN  DRIP ,  DRIP ,  DRIPS  AGAINST  THE  WINDOWS ,  MAKING  THE  CLUB  SEEM  EVEN  DIMMER  THAN  USUAL.  wind  WHISTLES  through  the  cracks.  lights  flickering  with  each  roll  of  thunder   /   tables  practically  empty   /   stage  unattended  and  jessica ,  instead ,  sat  opposite  oswald  by  the  window.  staring ,  sort  of  TRANSFIXED ,  by  each  drop  that  rolls  its  way  down  the  glass.  face  in  her  hands   &   elbows  planted  on  the  table.

                                        A  CHUCKLE  AT  HIS  COMMENT ,  enough  to  draw  her  gaze  back  from  the  storm  outside.     “   i  think  they’ve  already  done  their  best  at  that.   ”     thunder  GROANS  overhead  again ,  echoing  through  the  street  as  a  single  passerby  sprints  past  with  a  newspaper  aloft  above  their  head ,  jessie’s  eyes  following  as  they  go.     “   ‘though ,  can’t  say  i’m  not  pleased  to  be  INSIDE  for  this  one.   ”

[rekant-a]

@twosense / call

‘ it’s your discretion that interests me, ’  she wrings her hands, anxious, unsure of herself and the situation in its entirety. the risks seem to be abundant - every time she feels she’s covered it all, something else pops up. she looks back over her shoulder, as though they aren’t the only two in the room.  ‘ i can pay, quite handsomely. do you mind if i smoke in here? ’ 

[freamed]

( re: @twosense. ) 

oz: almost starts to smile a tiny bit lina: gets fuckin angry oz: alright so we'll find something else... to bond over... i guess........

[herdsheep]

@twosense

He is wearing a turtleneck sweater. It is a nice one. It is also a dangerous one. Pluto doubts he knows this.

          “That is no wool turtleneck. I know wool. I am a shepherd. What you have is something else.”