⏻ ┈𝙿𝙰𝙲𝙺⁽ ᵃ ⁾’𝙿𝚄𝙽𝙲͟𝙷͟

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“tt. mmmkay. sure, let’s go, but you gotta spare me some details about yourself while we do. I’m curious.” wow. best friend? already? tt. wow. either way, he was putting his hair up in a bun for now.

you ⠀shouldʹve ⠀𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 ⠀me ⠀ when ⠀you ⠀had ⠀the ⠀chance.

" I'm in the field of doing just that , but in a more permanent way , lil miss . " He'd scan over her briefly , a smirk was forming underneath his helmet as he chuckled a little . " But I don't do it for free . "

" I think I'm livin' it just fine , thank you very much . Can't do much livin' anyway if you're gonna spend it passed out . " Crossing his arms playfully , taking a step closer . " Besides , I'm not much of a nap guy anyway . "

i was strong but i was a child. i was a child. children should not have to fight to be young.

“…” he gives them a long, long look.

“…” He’s well-versed in hand to hand, but something about them gives them the distinct feeling that they’re going to get their shit rocked. “…tt. kay. sure. why not.”

Tugging at his jump suits collar a bit just to ease his nerves . Okay , good , maybe he won't be leaving here in a box . " Can't say that I have , not really a common thing . "

“‘Cause I’m nosy, and you look like someone who can stave off boredom.” …that does kind of figure. seems like he walked by the bags, and by extension. her range.