‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ࣪ ִֶָ ☥. 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐒𝐄──𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄ᵎᵎ

@RottedMorals Until it doesn’t. I should know.

@D0NTMARRYHIM Me too. It usually works out.

@RottedMorals seems like an okay guy.

Dreading trying to sleep. Keeping the lights on doesn't even help. Just makes the power bill go up.

@RottedMorals I usually tend to do the opposite of what I'm told anyway.

@D0NTMARRYHIM I wouldn’t listen to those people they might be a little bias.

@RottedMorals Someone at the bar did say I should steer clear.

@D0NTMARRYHIM No matter what other people may say I’m not that bad.

@RottedMorals “Overcharged? Why, because I’m a lady? I would have seen through their shit.”

@RottedMorals “Sounds well-balanced and extremely healthy,” she huffs out a laugh finally goes to light the joint with the lighter he’d provided. She pockets it, subconsciously. Who’s the thief now? After establishing a cherry, she offers the joint at least. »

Oh, fuck .. sorry. No. Leave it. He have a working one by chance?

@RottedMorals They have ... soul. Place needs a lot of work though. Figured working on it would be a nice distraction.”

@RottedMorals “Oh, so you weren’t expecting actual payment? Good to know.” She snorts and catches the lighter, hanging on to it until they arrive at the barn where the doors are already open. Lots of old tools mostly, and the truck. “Thanks and thanks. I like old things. »

i’m like if a corpse was high-functioning

@RottedMorals Romy takes the few steps down to the ground, removing the unlit joint from her lips with a sheepish grin. “ ... To be honest, I’m actually surprised you showed. Pleasantly, though.” She jerks her head towards the back of the house. “It’s in the barn.”

@D0NTMARRYHIM He does. Donovan holds up his tool bag and his free hand in surrender. “I come in peace? I was supposed to fix someone’s truck.”

Lighter won't work. Getting frustrated and flinging it off her porch.

i am someone who did not die when i should have died.

@RottedMorals number before handing it over to him. She thinks about the sour faces of her ex-husband’s family the night of the wedding, just before he wrapped them around a tree. Their palpable disapproval. Maybe he wasn’t the only one that people wanted dead.

@RottedMorals “Sounds like you’re hanging out with the wrong people.” He might’ve been someone mixed up in dangerous shit, but she didn’t get the feeling he would do her any harm. “Sunday is perfect,” she grins and grabs a bar napkin and a pen, jotting down her address and »

Nope. Better get it before the expiration date.

What an odd job.