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“all we have are parking lots and nowhere to go.”

“happy fucking new year.”

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“that sounds like ‘i want to die’ kind of talk.”

for the record, no, he hadn’t been eavesdropping. the other just happened to be talking within his earshot, and it’s never been like him to ignore an opportunity to strike up a conversation with a stranger.

“we should be friends.”

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what if....i started being active on here again

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no but seriously please k!k me @ thecandlecanthelpit i would love to continue talking to all of u both ic and ooc on like, maybe a semi regular basis !! imagine !!

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*looking in a mirror trying to practice self-love* ur doing great u stupid bitch

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me, showin up on ur dashes every couple weeks in vain attempts at being active on platforms besides k!k

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im petty in the most discreet ways u may talk slick to me but if ya spoons go missing n u only got 1 left or ya toilet roll on the other side of the roll or ya microwave on its lowest setting jus kno it was me u bitch

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demcnized:

he hadn’t even realized that someone had come in, so focused on the paper in front of him. there was soft music playing in the background as usual — giving the place a rather scary feel. especially since it was so quiet to begin with. 

“not all of it. i have a section, i like to keep them separated from  everything else. sometimes they get moody and — well, i don’t need customers accidentally taking something that they don’t want.” 

he gives the guy a smile, studying the look on his face. definitely a little creeped out. 

“the haunted stuff is in the corner over there, the items you shouldn’t touch are behind glass. everything else is fine.”

“no shit?”

naturally he turns his gaze to the corner, and then to the items behind the aforementioned glass. instead of walking towards them, though, he stays put, tapping his fists. 

“did you collect all this stuff yourself?”

he squints and turns his gaze back to face counter-man again, head tilted curiously. 

“what’s your story?”

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mostloquacious replied to your post: i don’t need your fucking snark today, tumblr

i like ur dog

he’s gotten a lil bigger since then tho

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ofcharisma:

“You don’t know, I could probably pull it off.”

he just smiles as Jesse finally meets his gaze, leaning in to peck a kiss to his grumpy lips, chuckling softly at his suggestion.

“sure, that way we can shop around and I can have a goal to work towards. Or maybe just put inside a Wooly Willy toy, drag the magnet around and have some real fun.”

“i mean... yeah, i guess playing with your willy  toy has proven to be pretty fun in the past.”

his lips finally split into a grin (over his own joke nonetheless      don, he realizes, is influencing him more than he’ll ever admit), and he moves to stretch out across don’s lap and the couch, staring up at the ceiling.

“but really, like, don’t be surprised  if your razors start to go missing.”

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i don’t need your fucking snark today, tumblr

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miidnighters:

“Persecuting? Please, use a stronger word.”

Rolling her eyes, Callisto shakes her head.  “And while you’re at it, why don’t you enlighten me on what exactly a ‘person like me’ is? Someone just trying to get where they’re going & picked a shitty time of day to do it?”

And if they were being honest, it wasn’t high school kids at all that were the problem - any sort of crowd would have drawn her ire.

“dude, this is brooklyn, like, population five billion.  trying to get where you’re going during any time  of day is shitty if you hate people      which  clearly you do. the city doesn’t stop and it’s a  perfectly happy place for me and tons of other  people, so maybe it isn’t the problem.”

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miidnighters:

He has a point.

“I’m twenty, actually.” She retorts, and even to her own ears it sounds childish and like the worst comeback uttered on planet Earth to this day.

“are you     “

he pauses, feeling the smile grow on his face because you are. amazing.

“you’re serious. you’re what, like, two years  older than the oldest kids in that crowd?”

which is already dissipating, he notices (unintentionally).

“you know, maybe there would be less people  like me in the world if there were less people   like you in the world. you’re literally persecuting  kids in high school for being alive.” 

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miidnighters:

Well.

Callisto lets him finish his tirade, quietly noting which things made him angry - and what she might be able to use against him, if it came to it. When he’s finished, she gives him a lazy once over, quietly taking in all his features.

“For starters, I doubt you have enough dick for your elders to suck. Two, I doubt anyone respects you if thats the kind of shit you say to a stranger. Fucking hell.”

Insulting a kid. Classy.

After a moment, she shakes her head, sidestepping his question entirely.

“You’ve got some fucking baggage, kid.”

...a dick joke? for real? 

“yeah, well, at least i’m not the one contemplating  the size of an apparent kid’s package. how fucking  old are you, anyway? nineteen?”

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ofcharisma:

“Is that all?”

He smiles softly, knowing there’s so much more to it then that but not all pressuring him to talk. He’d tell him in his own time, in his own way. Something he learned to accept over time.

“How big we talking about? Just stubble? Lumberjack? Or full on ZZ Top status?”

“zz top is so fucking ugly, shut up.”

he has to bite back a smile, though. after a pause, he lifts his head up to look don in the face, trying to come off as grumpy but knowing (not quite accepting, but knowing), that’s probably not what he’s relaying. whatever. 

“let me take a picture of you really  quick and i’ll photoshop one on.”