𝓐𝐥𝐞͟𝐱.

⠀ ⠀ that’s so boring. ⠀ ⠀

"Hm." Leaning back. "What cologne are you wearing? It's nice."

⠀ ⠀ you never smoked an apple ⠀.ᐣ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ I don’t smoke weed, however ⠀⠀ ─── ⠀I can smoke a mean apple. ⠀ ⠀

"Does nothing phase you?"

Getting, quite honestly, way too close to the reader's face. Like. His nose his going to touch them.

Now that sounds like a damn good time. But that can't be your most scandalous..

( his own grin eases into a smile. rarely ever does he get the opportunity to talk with someone like this he doesn’t work with. ) just a hunter. i’m a van helsing, not that it even means much — not unless you’re a horror buff.

teeth sunk right down into his lower lip, trapping any sound as alex’s hands grew more intense with their movements. he huffed, looking into the elder’s eyes with a small pout. “it’s … 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬.” he mumbled. “it’s, uh—– nice, i guess. +

"Perfect!" Her smile broadens before turning to lead the way until they're at an empty bar stool. She motions for him to have a seat and then scurries around the end of the bar. With a clearing of her throat, she presents herself across from him behind the bar. "Welcome to +

⠀ he’s a little nervous , ringed hand tapping his knee as he settled . blue irises dipping downward before back up , gazing at him and his outfit .〝 i’ll be fine as long as ya there, i like ya outfit. ya look nice. 〞he’s speaking in a soft tone , fingers tapping — ⠀

⠀ ⠀ back at it ﹒ would u guys still love me if i was an ant .ᐣ ⠀