#waxandwan

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“I like ya hair, the pink makes you stand out. Makes you look pretty fucking cool. Don’t let tell Zeke I said that though, he’ll be pissed I told somebody else they were cool before I told him he was.”

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[god pls ignore this] *Destiny approaches K's general area with a piece of paper.* Wil I ever recover from your undying light? Even when try with all m-my might. Seasons change, time flies but will the feelings truly die? *Eats the piece of paper*

-Is blissfully unaware, because he’s fucking with power armor, at the very least though he heard something resembling somebody talking and tilted his head up, removing the googles from his eyes.-

Hey jack, you’re Destiny right? You hang out with cat chick and her gal.  What can I do for ya?

[put-the-k-in-king]

Get bigger girlfriends.

Heh, but what would I do if I couldn’t put them in my pocket for safe keeping?

[put-the-k-in-king]

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I’m...

I’m glad you came back.

[put-the-k-in-king]

Candid photo of Kareena and Nico

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OBNOXIOUS.

[waxandwan]

I read the sign. *Destiny replied dully, not even looking up from a shelf full of unspecified explosives. He spotted a few land mines, fucking land mines, he never understood to disarm them. Bombs in general were out of his comfort zone, suddenly standing in a store full of them made him uneasy.*

H-hey! *His head popped up to face Mikey, waving for his attention.* Can you help me with these things?

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Uh, okay.

*Mikey quirks a brow at the other’s dull reply. Well geez, there’s no need to be rude about it. It’s not like he wants to be here either. But he doesn’t think much of it, and spends the rest of his time breezing through one of his dad’s old magazines before he’s addressed again. He doesn’t move from behind the counter, but he stands alert*

What you need help with? I probably can’t answer any of the questions you got until my old man comes back but I can try.

[put-the-k-in-king]

waxandwan

[The look on her face was almost dreamy when K stopped himself from roasting her, the poor guy like cussing way to much.]

:/ Nah, I like being an asshole to you, its almost like its contagious or somethin`! [She half-assed flutter eyelashes.]

Son of a bitch..

-What was the etiquette for shit like this? He really didn’t have an precedence for something like this.-

Shit, what brings you back to this fuckhole anyways? Can’t just be to see me. Snarly son of a bitches ain’t exactly at a shortage here.