* 𝒅𝐚𝐧𝐢.

grieving， grieving, 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈. I mourn what could have been, what will not be, what I can't save; what I have 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕, and cannot get ───┈┈ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤.

i'm miss 𝓼ugar 𝑝͟𝑖͟𝑛͟𝑘 liquor liquor 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔, 𝐡͟𝐢͟𝐭 me with your 𝓼weet love 𝓼teal me with a 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 .ᐟ

❛ 𝐢f you can't 𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒 me at my 𝐰͟𝐨͟𝐫͟𝐬͟𝐭, then you sure as 𝐡ell don't 𝒅eserve me at my 𝒃͟𝒆͟𝒔͟𝒕.

the words coming from her mouth had cade a tad surprised. usually people didn’t go around trying to sell horses. she seemed trustworthy enough to, but the man knew better than to believe her on the spot. with a hesitant look, he leaned his arms on the truck. “how many?”

it’s a kind of popsicle. red white and blue, very fruity flavored. it’s nostalgic — reminds her of her childhood.

they say all 𝒅ogs go to 𝘩͟𝑒͟𝑎͟𝑣͟𝑒͟𝑛, well 𝒘hat about a 𝐛͟𝐢͟𝐭͟𝐜͟𝐡 .ᐣ

she just fell off her horse and her back is killing her. somebody please come pick her up.

hopefully it helps him out. such a doll, thank you.

he is not feeling too great. ‘thinks he’s got heatstroke and all, unfortunately.

wait… ‘he’ ? you’re not the sidekick ?

that’s a damn good lookin’ sidekick.

“doin’ just fine, thanks. how ‘bout you?” nodding at her words, he places the backpack down into the truck’s back. “enough. what can i help with?”