#virtutiae

[skylarsfm]

starter: @virtutiae​ location: driving track 

“is it true that someone hit you with their shoe?” she had completely forgotten about that, hell, skylar wishes to have witnessed it first hand. “i just heard someone talking about it and i’m -- where the hell was i? what did you do? no, let me guess! let me...” tapping her chin, a grin appears on the blonde’s face. “you slept with them and dumbed them, didn’t you? no wait... that’s too classic, it can’t cause anyone to go that far.” 

[tigsousa]

the only reaction tigs has to walking in on alex and luc in bed together is a slight squint of the eyes. his chest hums as he breathes through a: huh. then, as he walks towards his desk, he gives them a slow thumbs up and deadpans, “ nice one, mate. ”

@oofluc @virtutiae​

[leilareport]

"you know, i never did get to ask but .. have you actually told anyone else you were in a band?" she asked, silently offering him chips from the modest-sized bag she had acquired from a store earlier. "or has anyone else, like, recognized you or something?" ( @virtutiae​ )

[magsrome]

once she saw the other at the commons area for the first floor, mags sped up and once she had situated herself in front of the other, held a hand up so she could speak. “i know we haven’t had the best conversations in the past but i need help with something.” ( @virtutiae​ )

[skylarsfm]

starter for @virtutiae​

“hey turtle face.” skylar let’s out, slithering through the door of his room; not particularly interested if he’s alone in there. “are you busy? if not, it’s your lucky day. we’re going back to the woods for a steamy ---” she grins, pausing to wiggle her brows. “adventure. i’m ready. seriously, i’m not going to get lost this time. but i need you there, so you’re coming with me.” holding up a small paper bag, the blonde finally smiles. “say no, and i’ll have give away these delicious bacon burgers. i made sure to ask for extra fries, so your ass stays around this time.” 

[leilareport]

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what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

lemonhead

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

the lemonheads , ceiling fan in my spoon

my muse’s last text to your muse

[elisa , 3:29PM] i joined the ppc 

[elisa , 3:30PM] thats the party planning committee 

[elisa, 3:31PM] should we start planning ur gallagher musical debut

[leilareport]

she taps him on the shoulder to get his attention and holds up a drink. “hey, how’s the party treating you?” while half of the reason why is because she wanted to know if everyone liked the party, the other half was just plain curious. they hadn’t talked since berlin, after all. [ @virtutiae​ ]

[tigsousa]

the toe of his boots collides with the door, echoing through the hallway. if he wants a higher chance of getting away with this, he’s going to need back up. what’s more intimidating than a skinny blonde bitch? “ mueller, ” he calls out, kicking the door again. “ stop wanking to angela merkel and open the fuckin’ door. ”

@virtutiae​