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      man, it’s quiet. too quiet.       oh man, 

                                i’ve always wanted to say that.

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      man, it’s quiet. too quiet.       oh man, 

                                i always wanted to say that.

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@ravenstirling | liked for a starter !!

 ❛  i don’t know how to tell you this, but, uh, 

  a fingernail scrapes against skin to soothe a confused itch -- the kind you feel when you have no idea what to gesticulate. 

  ❛ wasn’t supposed to do THAT.

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@tctaldark | liked for a starter !!

   head cants sideways, brows raising. he bears a smile to show that whatever needs to be said is all in good intentions. even if it can be mistaken for a joke. 

  ❛ is it too late to tell you that that’s not in style anymore? i’d like to consider myself a pretty hip guy.

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I know I got a bad reputation and it isn’t just talk, talk, talk If I could only give you everything…you know I haven’t got Suddenly I’m on the street Seven years disappear below my feet Been breaking down Do you want me now? Do you want me now?

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i hope it does cause then i’ll be rendered incapable from feeling any thi ng :’)

@breakcr lies, you’ve been playing that game. sit in front of that screen any longer and your brain will melt!!

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body of the rv creaked a bit the moment john abruptly halted in his steps; his progress down the three-stair exit right out the door had been severely intervened the moment he eyes the animal, brows shot up in incredulity. “ah - fff-shit !” he lets out as a quick, last-minute decision straying from vulgarities. 

a wolf. dog? no .. looks like a wolf, he decides with an internal scratch of his head. 

instinctively, hands raise up, palms out to expose the emptiness and lack of threat he poses. not that he has the upper hand here, or so he feels. “easy there, buddy. i’m not cunning enough to poach off your fur--” morbid, much? “you okay?” he asks, noting the damage done unto the animal from .. presumably the forces of mother nature and her devout supporters. 

@daycrime is searching for paradise

The dog- or wolf was stretched out in front of the RV. Its white fur matted from travel and the scratches that had come a fight with a mouthy little doberman. 

At the site of the owner of the RV the animal let out a low growl, not even deigning to get up, just locking eyes with the human. 

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starter call ( even if we have threads already )

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@gealachghorm​ | greeter

  ❛ people still let you wash the dishes in the back if we don’t have enough cash? ( he lets out a sardonic laugh. ) cause i’m... definitely willing to do that.

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 xmrxsalvatorex | greeter

   ❛ man, you have this new tier of intimidation that i never knew existed. ❜

there erupts little bouts of ( slightly nervous ) chuckles accompanied with smile to match. maybe it’s just the clear line drawn out between the wealthy & the lower-class that breaks john down to such a state.

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pistolcra | liked for a starter !!

    ❛  i can’t be as stealthy as i used to – all my joints are cracking. i think i can dismantle my forearms at the elbow. ❜

     a wince follows the moment he extends his arm -- in what multiverse did that situation seem beneficial? who knows -- & his opposing hand clasps onto his own shoulder.

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  @jagcr | greeter

  ❛ i thought i saw a raisin with legs walk by, but it turns out it was only my reflection from the window. boy, am i getting old.

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@wallpapcrglistcns | liked for a starter !!

    ❛ the PROPER way to a man’s heart is through the        artery. don’t ask how i know, that’s a secret. ❜

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@tuffxguy​ | liked for a starter !!

  “jesus, kid,” unintentionally his voice stitches with a paternal worry; one that can only arise around those that reminds him of his JUNIORS. hands settle on his hips as he takes a gander at him, “you got yourself in a scrap again?”

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@candylimbed​ | liked for a starter !!

  “hey, uh,” he leans in close to the top-hat-toting candyman, as if disclosing very important information. hands set on hips, eyes wandering, “how much candy’re we allowed to take? you don’t have any dead bodies of misbehaved children in the chocolate bars, do you?” there’s a lingering fog of seriousness that’s quick to obscure his joke. his straight-lipped mouth broke into a grin as he claps a hand on the man’s shoulder.

   “i’m just kidding!”

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    ❛ no? you seem friendly, though! 

a sign of defeat leaves his mouth. he shrugs.

   ❛  least you have a welcoming face. can’t say the same to the other folks here. i was just asking because i have a set of things to sell-- that box of tupperware over there.

   ‘I um, oh I’m afraid I’m not sure. I haven’t … Well you see I haven’t had much experience.’

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   “no. no, i said up dog. smells like up dog in here,” a chuckle is quick to escape, disguise itself as a snort, as he finds one end of his lips quirking, “nevermind. just a joke my daughter told me before. 

    pumpkin spice is white girl? what makes white girl?” he feels like a caveman who may as well be scratching his scalp, too ignorant to KEEP UP WITH THE TIMES.

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     “ Um, no, it smells like       fall in here. Which is a      lot better than the smell      of the sweaty people who      walk in here. Pumpkin spice      isn’t even THAT white girl.”