radiosunshine·:
The trick of it was that while he didn’t know why Julian and Juliet always fought—separately, they seem like wonderful people, but when they got together it was more like a match with dynamite; bound to blow up in someone’s face. He furrowed his brow at the tone; Artie was going to leave it for a while, but come back to it later. It was weird, but nothing a little booze won’t solve!
“Don’t you like it Julien?” He syllabicates, breaking up the name into pieces that he begins to trip over, a guileless grin on his face. Nicknames were fun—like a personal sense of camaraderie between two people. That and he could make them as ridiculous as he wanted. “I mean, Geo’s pissy about his and I got Maggie one—though Mags really is a short skip. I could always change it.”
he scoffs. julian’s used to pet names. call him handsome, darling, baby—— whatever pleases you, but juju sounds like a name taken straight out of a children’s book. he supposes that speaks of the current state of artie’s brain.
❛ mags is lousy as shit, ❜ julian agrees. he takes another sip of his drink and looks at artie, ❛ now what’d you bestow upon our poor old geo ? ❜






