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braxtonthebeta:

“Nope. I don’t. That’s so much fucking work though?” He sighed, “Shit, maybe this is a sign telling me to knock down the wall and build myself another room. Our front desk area could always be a little bigger.”

“Well, either you remove it or you leave it there for the whole town to see,” she said with a small smile. “Knocking down the wall seems like way more work than just removing the graffiti.”

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nyalamoretti:

“You may be giving me too much credit,” Nyala teased in answer as she pulled open her office door and ushered her in. “All of this is mine,” she answered with a mock grand gesture before plopping down in one of the office chairs. “Meaning I am the owner and doing everything is a big requirement, yes.”

“You wouldn’t think so if you knew how much I craved peace and quiet just now,” she chuckled, sitting down in front of her. “All of it? Woah, that’s impressive. How old are you? If you don’t mind me asking, it’s just that you seem super young to be a business owner.”

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wherewolf:

It was one thing to BELIEVE that you were a monster, but it was another thing entirely to LIVE the truth, and that belief had turned into a reality for the oldest Hart male. With his hands covered in blood and NOWHERE TO GO, Jesse found himself breaking in through the back door of Sierra’s home. Once inside, he sat down in one of the chairs at her kitchen table and put his head in his hands. He figured that the mermaid would still be asleep, so he remained where he was as he tried to COME TO TERMS with what he had just done. His knee bounced wildly and his knuckles were chalk white from the strain of his fists. God, he felt sick.

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Being the actual grandma that she was, Sierra was fast asleep before 10 pm that night. She didn’t even have work in the morning, but she kept a pretty tight sleeping schedule. Since she was a pretty light sleeper, she usually made sure to turn off her phone for the night—mostly out of worry that Jesse might decide to call her in the middle of the night again. What actually woke her up that night was much worse. It took her a few minutes to realize the noise she was hearing was seemingly coming from the kitchen, where the backdoor was, and sounded a lot like someone trying to pick the lock. Her first thought was to call Jesse’s cellphone, but she was sent to voicemail after a few rings. “Jesse,” she whispered, her eyes on her open bedroom door. “There’s someone in my house. Get over here before I get murdered.” The mermaid stayed in her bed for a few minutes after, trying to pick up on any noise. A few minutes of silence later, she began to wonder if she had imagined it and finally worked up the courage to her out of bed to check it out. Grabbing her curling iron before heading out the door, she walked as quietly as she could to her kitchen. Armed with the iron, she almost knocked out Jesse when she walked to find him sitting there. “What are you doing here? Have you seen the time? I could’ve killed you,” she shouted, still a little rattled. So much so in fact, that it took her a few seconds to even register the blood he was covered him. “What happened? Are you hurt?” She was hovering next to him a second later, grabbing his face with both her hands and inspecting his head for any wounds.

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dante: i'm obviously talking about my rock collection

sierra: you have a rock collection? i have a sea shell collection!

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dante: do you want the pg or the rated 18 answer to that?

sierra: i don't know what pg means and i'm over 18, so that one i guess

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dante: i'll show you mine if you show me yours

sierra: i'm really confused... what do you want to see exactly?

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astronomiicals:

     “ it is boring, come on, admit it! it’d be fun, live a little in your life! “ bryanna cried out, clearly only teasing, but a hint of exasperation behind her words. “ yes. it’s a thing. some people win in insurance, some people lose. and i always win. ”

“I can’t live my life if I’m in prison,” she argued, torn between feeling offended and panicked about the fact that she was slowly giving in. If there was one thing Sierra was awful at, it was saying no. “Fine, but if the cops show off, I’m running and I don’t care if you keep up or not. I’m a teacher and I have a reputation to preserve.”

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logan: thanks for nothing

logan: i wasn't aware that i needed a reason to do so

sierra: well, that'll teach me to answer your texts

sierra: is that a thing people do? put people in leashes?

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logan: do you have a leash that i can borrow?

logan: it has to be big enough and strong enough to hold someone less than 6ft tall

sierra: i don't have a dog, sorry

sierra: why are you putting someone on a leash...

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braxtonthebeta:

“I’d tell you if I knew, but I can’t make out what it is.”

“Yeah, I can’t tell either. You have anything to remove it? I can help.”

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nyalamoretti:

“Yes. I don’t say anything unless I mean it. Come on back.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” the mermaid said with a grin, following her to the back. “So, what exactly do you do here? I’ve seen you DJ and now you’re in here filling out paperwork. Do you just do everything?”

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nyalamoretti:

“Sure that makes sense. I’m just doing paperwork in the back if you wanted to get away from everything for awhile. Standing here may or may not work. People sometimes don’t know how to stay away when someone is trying to be alone.”

“I can come with? That sounds like just the kind of quiet I could use right now,” she said, hopeful she’d let her tag along. 

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astronomiicals:

     “ booooring, ” bryanna called out, before placing a hand on her hip, looking towards the other. “ i don’t know. i’m not an insurance person. i just reap the benefits, ” she said with a shrug. “ come on, man!! i don’t want to do it all alone! “

“I’m not boring, I’m... cautious,” she corrected, although some people might argue that the two adjectives were synonymous. “Are you sure that’s even a thing? Because it doesn’t sound right.” Sierra groaned, not wanting to disappoint Bryanna, but not wanting to spend the night in jail either. “It’s such a bad idea.”

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braxtonthebeta:

“I get that Pride was fucking amazing and all, but whoever the fuck vandalized my wall in the back alley better watch it. If you’re going to draw something, at least make it pretty.”

“What did they draw?”

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astronomiicals:

        “ did you KNOW that if you want to slash someone’s tires, you gotta slash THREE of them?? “ a pause. “ ‘cause if you slash four, insurance will PAY for them, but if you slash three, the person has to pay out of pocket. and now, i’m not saying anything, but you and me should TOTALLY go out and slash my ex’s tires. ”

“That’s such a stupid rule,” Sierra said with a confused expression. “How do they justify not paying for three slashed tires, but not four?” The mermaid’s eyes widened when she suggested they both go out to slash someone’s tire. “That sounds like an extremely bad idea that neither of us should execute.”