*ᅠᴳe͜͡𝚃ᅠ🦈ᅠ𝓙𝖎𝙽𝐗͟𝙴͟𝙳͟ᅠ ׅ⎖

𝐈𝚃𝖲 ——— 𝗧𝖎ⲘƎ T͟𝙾 ' ˡᵉᵗ 𝗧𝗛𝗘 #𝐌𝙾𝘕𝕊𝗧𝗘𐍂 ( 🦈 ) 𝗢𝘜𝐓 .

⠀ the ❨ * 𝐓͟𝐇͟𝐔͟𝐃 ❗️💢 ❩ of her boots on the hardwood floor rattled the glass on his desk 、 which was then raised to his lips in an ever unbothered manner. “̲ don’t let me stop you 、 then. ”̲ ⠀

*dad voice．* absolutely not．

[ Chewing on a gun, fins twitching. At least it’s empty. ]

⠀ Ⅸ. ⠀&͢　　゛𝕳ᵘ𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬 ⠀𝒹𝓸𝓷 ˊ 𝓽⠀﹙𝙻𝐢͟𝐯͟𝐞͟﹚⠀⨾ ⠀𝓯ₒᵣ⠀⸝⸝ ⠀𝕮ᵉⁿtur͟i͟e͟s͟⠀ᅠᅠ.ᐟ ⠀⠀

⠀ “̲ hello 、 * 𝖗𝐞͟𝐚͟𝐝͟e͟r. ”̲ he greeted 、 sat at his desk with his back turned to the entrance. it’s a marvel he was able to recognize them so easily. ⠀