#SCRIOSE / 01.

[cariadlawn-blog1]

@scriose.

        ‘ yes, i know you said you aren’t hungry, but i don’t believe you. you just don’t want me fussing. ’ she puts down the plate with that sweet old smile, and trusts he knows nothing will stop her from fussing. 

[nodarlin-blog]

@scriose. call.

    ‘ don’t think buddy’s the only one you need to play nice with. ’ 

    it’s a fair warning. monica might look like just a pretty face ( the moniker helps-- who’s scared of a girl called darling, after all? ) but her claws are just as sharp as jason’s. she offers a smile here, though it’s far from the sweet one that baby might’ve gotten, sitting in the front seat, listening to tequila or whatever. this one’s just as much a warning as her words. 

[gcsmask-blog]

@scriose. call.

        ‘ the fuck you think you’re doing? you don’t fuck with boogie woogie bugle boy, man, you let that shit play. ’ he gives him a pointed look. ‘ put the fucking song back on. ’ 

[historywalk-blog1]

@scriose. bonnie psc.

        ‘ i need you to, uh, help me out with a thing. ’ a beat. ‘ a darlene thing. ’ 

[retributior-blog]

@scriose. call.

        ‘ sorry, your accent just-- it’s one hell of a throwback. wasn’t expecting it. ’ she feels a little dizzy, and an awful lot like she’s talking to her dad again. but he died centuries ago. ‘ --cork, right? ’