#* °｡ﾟﾟ ▌ re. RANDALL WALTON. ★ prose.

[evrmors]

why did he say that ? if only there was an answer for that very same question that invades his brain every day. a good assumption ? it’s his way to alleviate the fiddly mood with a dash of jest. embarrassment is a rosy shade of red, one that spreads up his neck and coddles his cheeks like his favorite warm blanket. left, right, left, right, he rocks with each side of his nikes, pauses to evaluate the situation ---- dark brows descending into a solicitous expression. “ right, yeah. that might uh, be just beneath flesh eating bacteria on the list of things to go wrong. “ nails scratch at the skin of his neck, sheepish smile flourishing at the edges of his mouth. randall’s eyes lift towards her escape route, finds himself unable to protest, and instead jerks his head into a nod, a heavy step forward before knees bend. “ as long as you promise to unlock the door when you’re over. “ fingers interlock, back of knuckles pressing against his knee, an offering of open palm.

“ things could always be worse. at least you don’t have flesh-eating bacteria, right? ” randall ( @evrmors​ ) said to ruby.

lips pull back, flush against sharky teeth. brows arch in minor amusement as the blonde rocked on her heels, swampy gaze darting between the boy standing beside her, to the locked door – locked from the outside. her arms folded over her chest as the tips of her boots scuffed against the linoleum. “yeah - could be way worse,” her tone is forced to be light - she knew of randall, didn’t know him personally. seemed like she would after this breakfast club type encounter. he was a sweet guy, never one to have much bark, nevertheless any bite. 

he was harmless. who was she to snap at someone as aggressive as a bunny? “only issue,” ruby started, taking grand strides toward the door, chipped nails tapping against the heavy oak. “i have a shift that starts in thirty minutes, and if i’m late, i’ll be royally screwed,” her stare lifted to the window above the door, and she settled on that as their way of escape. “wanna give me a boost?”