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inspecting a bottle of olive oil at the other end of the aisle. it disappears in a deep green flash between one blink and the next, into the depths of his coat pockets.

c'mon yerself.

"i'd do it for free," will says, and when the sea foam froth of satisfaction at having made alexei laugh subsides, instantly regrets it. his hand curls into a loose fist where it lays on the table. the relaxed demeanour which doesn't come naturally to

/ love this edit scorpio made bc it highlights how much of a sad loser will rlly is LMAOO

/ i miss sir wilhelm Fitzroy ,,,

&&. i really want to focus more on newer characters so if you're interested please check out @bewitchedgalactics.bsky.social 🫶

is that a hint of attitude i detect, mate?

what kinda tea?

i want a perfect body. i want a perfect soul.

i hate that i fell in love with you – why did i fall in love with you ？

dog nose snuffles then pushes a ball through the wide gaps of the fence running between the fitzroys and @pollenkeep.bsky.social's properties. he sighs —— but obliges, picking the slimy wet ball up to throw across and onto the beekeep's yard . . again.

"who says biting's off the table?" the muscle clenching in his jaw is the only indication he gives that she shouldn't be in that chair. she might not be his brother, but she's persistent like he is. he turns his focus back down to the ipod he was

he's on break.

dark eyes watch over the dying fire as it taste tests its new fuel with little licks of flame. left alone for too long on account of alexei'e business, it struggles to take interest in the wedge of wood too big for its maw. will reaches past its stone

raps his knuckles against the *( TIMELINE ). puts an ear against it . . why's it so quiet?

( tapping the side of said nose. ) family secret.

oh, sure. does he really seem like the type of person who'd ignore a sheila on purpose? now, where would anyone get that idea. frosty glass induces an immediate reaction. he flinches violently away, ripping the ear buds out of his ears and whirling to

/ vampire will...

"like 'em, do ya?" he takes another, pulling the ends of the folded paper open so it pops into shape.

( leans back, eyebrows doing a twitch of their own. ) somebody smells like they've been cooking.

( sniff . . 𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘧𝘧 . . . )

oi oi

grown man btw

sneezes, thick swallow. he knew he shouldn'ta let walton cough all over him.

* 'nother day goin through jojamart's dumpsters lookin for cool shit they can use. so far it's been can after can of that fizzy soda battery acid . . who's even drinking all this?

fixing red lanterns up around town.

/ putting the cunt in country boys

/ go into the night sweet prince

i've fucking had it

i miss you, and i will always miss you. but i cannot live like that... and it seems you cannot live any other way.

yer good at baking, beekeeper. that's all.

i got a paper clip that'll disagree with you there.

like that's gonna stop me.

strewth, that ship's already sailed.

scraps? bullshit. she just likes me more than you.

piece of fruit. quiet branch. breeze.

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who's makin these yanks meow . .

i was here first, mate. finders keepers.

bloody mutt keeps watchin me through the fence.

oh, it's easy ta miss little pests. sometimes they're right there in plain sight and nobody can tell.