˗ ˏ ˋ 𝓖𝑹𝑨𝒀𝑺𝑶𝑵 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑

ᅠ sweet creature, wherever i go —- you bring me home ᅠ

oh, how fiercely she broke the chain.

“Not that much of a fan of tea. But the offer was good. Thank you.”

“Morning Hawkins. I need coffee.”

⠀ 𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓.ᐟ 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵.

ᅠ absolutely out cold, sprawled out on the couch in the squawk, no blanket or pillows.. just exhausted. 💤 ᅟ

charlie’s eyebrow raised as grayson went through various different possibilities that he could possibly need to ask grayson, a soft huff escaping his lips when he finished. he shook his head, a soft grin on his face. “not even that close, actually.” he said smugly, looking at +

eyes linger on him for a moment, a spark of curiosity impossible to miss. “⠀and what do you usually sing .ᐣ⠀” the small smile slides back into place. “⠀not metal, right .ᐣ we already have way too many metalheads in this town.⠀”

𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 —

his eyebrow furrowed when he was immediately told no before he could even ask grayson the question he wanted to ask him, letting out a soft huff. “but you don’t even know what i was gonna ask you yet.” he pointed out as he looked at grayson with his head tilted. he was kind of

rosy lips curl into a smile, seeing the billboard in a different light. maybe she had been a little too hard on herself. “⠀you’re an artist, aren’t you .ᐣ⠀” eyes flick back to him. “⠀guess i’ll just stick with your artistic vision.⠀”

⠀ ⠀⠀“ ask your body if it cares. you are sick, just to rest and you'll be better tomorrow. ” ⠀

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀please. 🥺 ⠀