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[seraphfled]

"-> DISSEMBOWELED toaster in these trying times?"

[alxnetxgether-moved]

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Trevor shook his head feeling stupid, and slightly embarrassed as the other came back out. Despite this minor screw-up, Trevor was usually great with cars, which intensified his feeling like a dumbass.  Rolling his eyes at his friend's comments, he glanced into the car again. “I was just coming to get some smokes once I realized I was out. I swore they were in my jacket pocket.” His voice is slightly defeated. He could shimmy the door open with a wire hanger, but he doesn't have one of those right now!

Watching as Rey wanders over to the car his friend decides to bring up the weather.  “Ya I guess there's that.” He replies, knowing Rey is just trying to see the positives in this and try to cheer him up. “I know, it was just a stupid oversight.” Trevor sighs as he takes the pretzels and gives them a look, because really? Bangin? Every time he bought a bag of pretzels from a convenience store they were stale. Opening the bag he decides to try one.

He watches as Rey does exactly what he was doing not a few minutes before. It's almost funny because the simple action does nothing but make them look sketchy to anyone passing by. Like maybe they're going to try to break into the car, which technically they are. Hopefully, this doesn't get them arrested.

As he mindlessly eats another pretzel Trevor flips Bey off for his latest in a string of remarks about his screw-ups. “You got a lot of lip on you for a guy no bigger than a sixth-grader.“ The comment is made with a smirk that signifies his teasing, as he watches his friend shadily unlock his car door.

“Holy shit!” He laughs, usually he’d be more insulted about someone ripping food out of his hands that he was eating but seeing as Bey just saved their asses, he’ll let it slide. “You’re gonna have to teach me that one.” He then reaches in to grab his keys off the dash so they can proceed on their way.

[xyoungxmenacex]

“You’re not strong enough.”

J'e expresion is rather blank, hes used to being underestimated. " And what do you know about me? " its not really a direct question as it is a sarcastic statement. " Or strength for that matter? "

[jurassicxdragons-archived]

@melxxwrites closed starter; based from this

aria paid absolutely no mind to her cut lip and busted knuckles, instead her attention was fully focused on the girl in front on her. she’d never actually done anything like that before, but all she could see was the obvious discomfort written all over the other girl’s face and she had leapt into action. and now she needed to make sure the girl was okay. “hey. you okay? sorry you had to deal with that jerk hitting on you. some people just don’t know how to take a hint... and i hope you don’t mind what i did? i just really hate people like him.”

[solaciummeae]

@txkingmehigh - because this BROTP was destined to be.

He lolls his head to the side looking at her. “I think we need food.” He comments slowly, his eyes half shut with fatigue. He forces himself to sit up on the couch he’s been locked in for about twenty minutes. He thinks on the rules he’d made up the first time they’d smoked together and heaves an indignant sigh. “Maybe we just call Emma-- and she can bring us food.”

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@neurotichonesty

“Why do I get the distinct feeling that you’re angry with me about something?” He asks his best friend, making his best attempt at keeping his tone neutral. “What is it that I’ve done this time?” He tacks on. “And don’t say it’s nothing because we both know that isn’t true.” He points an index finger at her, trying to offer a quiet and timid smile.

[solaciummeae]

@neurotichonesty

“Look-- what do I care if he leaves me for Lady Guinevere? She’s a lot nicer than I am, and can probably make him way happier. If you ask me-- this is fate.”

[solaciummeae]

@neurotichonesty

“You’ve got that look on your face--” Cameron breaks the silence between them as he stares at her from across the couch. He sits leaned into the side with his head lazily held up by his balled up fist. “You know, the look like your either plotting murder or-- well no-- that’s exactly what it looks like.” He decides, shifting away from the arm of the couch and moving toward her. “What is it?”