𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐇!𝐓。

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝓘 got myself a 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧' life , 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 up in evening wear .ᐟ

"not even a little bit." previously—handed bills are quickly shoved into own pocket. can't even recall if he does have business to attend to; genuinely couldn't care less if he does. "you wanna start today ?"

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ❝ Is there really no place you’d *really* want to go and haven’t yet .ᐣ ❞ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

little chuckle. “ Your *cat—of course. Yeah. I can do that. Just send me a couple of reference photos. “ He teases around with the implication, amusing himself with the thought. Well, she’d also make a beautiful piece, if he was honest.

❝ caveman . . ❞ talking to a guy who always eats with his hands. his lips purse softly. ❝ did you not . . eat yet .ᐣ ❞

‘you’re very sweet.’   cheeks redden at her words.   finding sexy the way her fingers hook into his waistband as she guides him around the house.   eyes timidly scanning his surroundings.

it’s alright, he’s exactly where he wants to be. arm swings softly. ❝ are . . you hungry too .ᐣ ❞

sorry, ma’am. i meant to say: my beautiful, gorgeous, sweetheart batty, please lock in.

oh my god. batty, please lock in.

teeny little smile twitching on his lips. ❝ okay. ❞ nodding like he’s agreeing but . . not entirely sure he seems to be. squishing her hand more within his.

almost caricaturesque, the way pupils grow and almost paint the pupils with a money sign. this could certainly cover his rent for a bit. bruised digits don't hesitate to take offered bills. "deal."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ❝ And I don’t think anything else in this world could make me happier than to be your spouse. ❞ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

❝ mm . . . you. ❞ he is actually hungry . . and he loves steak. migrates his fingers into hers, squeezing.

soft whine. ❝ okaaayyyy . . ❞ trying not to spontaneously combust. grabbing her wrist. ❝ now .ᐣ ❞