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@hawkinshellboy 
            
            He carefully takes the receipt and rolls his eyes. "Uh-huh. You too, dipshit." 

you’ll  miss  it  when  i’m  gone.   [   he  snorted,   printing  the  receipt  for  danny.   he  pulled  the  sheet  of  paper  out  of  the  machine,   handing  it  to  danny.   ]   have  the  day  you  deserve.   make  sure  you  don’t  listen  to  too  much  of  that  so  it  doesn’t  rot  your  brain.   [   ezra  nodded  at  the  bag.   ]

@hawkinshellboy 
            
            "You're a bitch, I hope you know that." He pockets the change and takes the bag with the record in it. "That'd be (appreciated), yeah." 

@Iuxsolaris 
            
            "Usually? No. In (this) situation? Yes, very."

@hppierthnevr 
            
            "I don't need a fuckin' (babysitter), excuse you. You're here for (Will), not me."
            
            //Oh, he's PISSED‼️

//It's been over two months since I got that text message, and I'm still crying over it. Like what do you mean every time you see Jaeden, you think of MY character. Am I that special

@7corpse 
            
            "(You're) weird."

@7corpse 
            
            Danny's brows furrow as he looks at Bowie in the mirror. "Please don't. You'd look (awful), and I don't think I could stand being in the same house as you if you looked like a military brat." 

── ✦ @dowithout,  okay, ouch.ㅤ[an attempt at feigned offense is made, a hand moving to press against bowie's chest to further prove his point. his actions are greatly dramatized, though, his voice is monotone as ever, gaze focusing back upon the mirror before himself, hands aimlessly fluffing up his dark curls, each ministration further making a mess of his already-tousled head of hair.]ㅤi think i'm gonna buzz it off. 

@7corpse 
            
            "When is it ever?"

@7corpse 
            
            Teal irises scan the other. His gaze isn't hostile, but rather just... tense. Maybe 'precautious' is a better word, really. Slim fingers lightly tap the cover of the book. "Since you apparently can't (read), it's 'The Tragedy of Julius Ceasar'. I have to read it for school." 

── ✦ @dowithout,  [bowie remains focused upon danny, hazelnut hues analyzing his every move with an intensity reserved for only a certain type of curiosity ─ the same one currently flowing through his veins. after a moment, he replies, his gaze flickering from the television before the pair, to the male sitting across the coffee table from him, arms moving to fold over his chest in an attempt to appear more disinterested than he felt.]ㅤjust curious. you look really into it. 

@7corpse 
            
            Danny pauses for a moment, arms and shoulders tensing just slightly. His gaze slowly lifts toward the other, head unmoving as his eyes attempt to focus. "Why does it concern you?"
            
            //Please, my heart!!! 

@7corpse 
            
            "It's [...] a (stray cat). Did you know some animals can have rabies for up to (eighteen months) before showing literally any symptoms?" 

@hppierthnevr 
            
            "You're my (least) favorite person, and you (know) that." Even with an eye roll, he takes a few steps closer. 
            
            //Good!!!!

it's   me,  your   favorite   person   ever.   c'mere,   byers.
            
            /   i've been prepared  ❗️

@hppierthnevr 
            
            "Oh. It's (you)." Despite the almost empty expression, there's a hint of fondness to his voice. 
            
            //Only if you're prepared to meet God