May 7, 2020
More zeraki because he’s sad
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More zeraki because he’s sad
I sometimes miss Palser n Zeraki
Whats that, no self control? Yes
“Is it mor3 common than not to hav3 b333n in an accid3ntal r3lationship with a quads, w3ll, quad? I just can’t shak3 th3 f333ling I’v3 don3 som3thing wrong and I can’t fix it.”
Under Glass
Per usual you’re here earlier then the time you’ve set. A coffee already in your hand while you wait for your ‘date’ to show up. You’re torn between leaving her high and dry or sticking around. She might just ditch you in return and something about that just leaves an empty pit in your stomach. Shrugging it off easily enough, it’s hard to care about a world that thinks you’re dead. Flipping through your phone and sending a few messages while you wait. You’re going to stay positive about this. That’s what all those self help videos tell you to do.
( @intelligentnaughtygirls )
*Madrah just fucking Decks Zeraki* "Happy nnnguh, quadrant's day!~ <3<
Of course you hear her coming. Those god aweful boots of hers are clunky and Madrah has never been the silent type. So when your kismesis pops out of ‘nowhere’ and decks you in the face you don’t even feel it. But you smile and grab her wrist. Your hold vice like.
“Skr333! W3lll how sw333t of you! And h3r3 I hav3n’t gott3n you anything! Mayb3 a brok3n arm might b3 m3morabl3?”
Text Message from Madrah to Zeraki: "Betch. Check yer e-mael." | E-mail: "Betch. check trollean." | Trollian: "Betch. Look on your meyecrowave." | On microwave, a note: "Betch. Turn around." | On refridgerator, written in magnets: "Betch. go back to your room." | In his room, the computer bluescreen-of-death'ed with text on it: "Betch. Look out the window." | Out window: Madrah, flipping him off before jumping off and running out into the night: "BEEEEETTCCCHH!!! <3<"
“H3y, this isn’t fair I don’t go around vandalizing your things!!! Lik3, rud3!!!” So much for a quiet night at hive. Trouble shooting your husktop is going to be a bitch.