#twxfaced

[skinsplitting-blog]

( continued from here. ) “Alllllright.” She glances around the room again, as if to scan for anyone else alive, before her gaze appears to fix itself back onto this person again-- She’s sure she knows exactly where the danger is in this situation.  The former Freelancer takes a step back towards the exit, almost too casually. “Well. You seem like you’ve got this handled.”

[abitofafatass]

@twxfaced

This was probably a dumb move on his part. This was a Donut level breach of personal space. What had made Grif hug Felix of all people from behind?

“Ow, ow OW, motherfuckER OW!.” God damn, Felix was not allowed to go to Donut’s manicuring parties ever if this was how he liked his nails. Grif was pretty sure that he was going to have permanent little crescents burned into his arms.

“Jesus Christ, Felix, you’re jumpier then a damn cat.” he muttered into the man’s shoulder blade sourly. “Sorry about that dude, but fuck.”

[abitofafatass]

@twxfaced

{text: rookie} the question is not how clumsy but how drunk i am off of sweaty sock moonshine

[abitofafatass]

❝ Minor Junior Private Negative First Class, huh. ❞ Look at him, saying it flawlessly. It's almost like he's rehearsed it.

“Who the fuck told you about that?” Grif asked sourly. “Look, that’s just a title that Sarge made up because he couldnt stand the fact that I was made Sergent.”

[abitofafatass]

steals some of the delicious fries that just got thrown at him

“Excuse you!”

He does not mind sharing, but all he wants is for people to fucking ask

[gunmetalblxck]

but you could buy multiple bags of pretzels with the extra twenty bucks.

But round trip transport to somewhere that sells pretzels from this canyon in the middle of nowhere would cost more than twenty dollars.

[gunmetalblxck]

you totally should have gone for forty, i'm just saying

But what are the odds of getting forty and a bag of pretzels?