She’s feeling KINDA FUCKED UP. Guess that’s what she should expect, washing down two molly tablets with jack daniels. Anyone would be fucked up after that. ❛ Hey hey hey.❜ She had ditched her initial companions, seeking out new company. Hopefully better. Shadowed eyes flicker, raise towards the boy.
he’s been watching her intently. by far, the most beautiful person in here. it’s loud,too loud but hunger manages to drown it out. lashes lift, cheek against bicep. ❛ tucker … mm … bo. ❜ not surprised she’s talking to him, dark promise pooling within the electric drawl of a murky voice. ❛ purdy lady,wass’yers? ❜
serpentine body will lean in a little closer, coy / cool.
❛ Should ya not be in the ground, old man?❜ He’s lounging in the sun, skin baking from the inside to match. Could be, yeah. But isn’t, and doesn’t care.
he’s counting the money for his groceries, making sure not to lose a cent of what his father gave him. receipt in hand, the teen quickly calculates his purchase, nods, pockets the remaining money & receipt, taking his groceries after, then heading out of the store, only to bump right into someone as he exits. huffing softly, he quickly apologizes in a soft murmur.
Body remains still as rock, deep - water pressured bones locked. He outstares, with natural intensity, pricks at a soul. Maybe he’d feel upset for his presence being ignore, maybe if he wasn’t an utter maniac right now. Boy grates a sad noise but preens lips with a little glimmer, looking down at the bag. Any words the other has uttered go unheard, fingers scratching bicep vigorously.
❛ Y’gotta cherry soda, pumpkin’? I want one.❜
