#vcnsunshine

[unlikelyescapes]

@vcnsunshine.

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[text: kb]: Well that’s a shame because this is one time I agree with you. [text: kb]: can we get a dog ??

[text] ..Maybe. [text] Persuade me.

[kniiivesdrawn-archived]

@unlikelyescapes // @vcnsunshine

“I hear Wylan’s getting a dog?”

[manestm]

he’s  kind  of  ashamed  that  he  can’t    offer  more  than  just  the  sofa ,   maybe  he  should  let  wylan  take  the  bed  ??   it’s  not  often  he  gets  another  vet  staying  with  him,  especially  one  that  he  fought  along  side.     “   sucks  that  your  hotel  messed  you  around ,  they  literally  have  one  job.  book  people  into  available  rooms.   but  listen ,  you  can  stay  here  as  long  as  you  need.  i’m  not  around  much  anyway.   “ 

                                                         closed.   @vcnsunshine

[unlikelyescapes]

@vcnsunshine.

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A moments pause, hand hovering over the sadly tempting plate of pastries. The job has been rough and Wylan is starving, as are most of their crew, he’s sure. Still, a warning from Kaz is enough to halt his hunger, dread taking it’s place. His hand snaps back as if the very air around the food burns – which it may well might.

“What did you do to it?”

And thank you for not letting me be a test subject. The Merchling eyes the morsels with a scientific curiosity, trying to find some sign of outward modification. They look perfectly normal. Whoever these are for won’t see it coming. Against his better morals, a familiar but grudging respect for their leader rears its head. A mind like Kaz Brekkers is incredible (and poisonous), and despite himself, he wishes only to one day be able to compare.

Perhaps that’s not the best thing to wish for.

It’s all Kaz can do not to hiss as he lowers himself into a chair. His leg is throbbing. If his remark was a little sharper than it needed to be, it’s because he’s all but talking through his teeth in pain. Or maybe Wylan just snatches his hand back so quickly out of paranoia. Good. Paranoia might keep him alive.

Kaz indulges in a pause as he folds both hands over his cane and quirks an eyebrow, giving Wylan’s imagination a chance to supply a few grisly guesses as to what exactly he’d done.

“Nothing,” he admits at length. “They’re from Citroën’s. Eat those on an empty stomach, and you’ll be pissing out your ass for days.”

[kniiivesdrawn-archived]

vcnsunshine replied to your post “[text:] you will machete through this!! **make it”

he'd pay to see that fight

Common knowledge is that she’d win 

[kniiivesdrawn-archived]

[text:] you will machete through this!! **make it

@vcnsunshine// Call me, beep me

[text Van Sunshine]: Killing Kaz would be a solution tho...

[text Van Sunshine]: brb

[mieczlw-a]

👀

three  things  stiles  finds  attractive.

“    your  curls.  you  know  this.  please  never  shave  them  off.   “   he’s  borderline  obsessed.   “   your  lips.  kissable  doesn’t  even  begin  to  describe ,  and  your  jawline.  whew ,  you  could  cut  glass  with  that  thing.   “  

[itwcntsurviveme-a]

‘ Well I’m just saying, he’s not leaving us a whole lot of options. ‘

“Not a whole lot of options but some. We’re not killing him...” Raven knows her kill count is off the chart but, contrary to popular belief, it isn’t something she enjoys. If it’s necessary, it’s necessary. Right now, it wasn’t. A little torture might do the trick... or she hoped so. “Unless we absolutely have to.”