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nose scrunches up a bit , peering down at the markings left behind. somehow . . he’s not t͟o͟t͟a͟l͟ly fazed ?
been through a lotta weird shit , what can he say ?
“ dude. at least warn me if you’re gonna do that shit. ”
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naturally , he’s taken a bit off guard when she grabs ahold of his wrist . . even more so when she inevitably sinks her teeth into it.
quiet , instinctive grumble : “ ow —- the fuck ? ”
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eyes slowly drift down to the hand extended —- soon offering a firm shake.
been a bit since he’s done the whole ‘ common courtesy ’ thing.
“ ‘kay , beth. you’re kind of an asshole , but , cool to meet you. ”
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“ eh . . y’know what ? fair enough. y’listen to too much shit n’ it blends together like some fucked up mush. ”
absolutely speaking from personal experience —- he’s been listening to a lot of the same shit for years n’ ye͟a͟r͟s͟ . .
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a click of tongue sounds , drumming his fingers idly against the body of his guitar.
“ well —- it’s a good thing that i wasn’t actually playin’ anything , isn’t it smartass ? ”
at both the nickname and her willingness to approach further , brows ⃕
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cannot help but feel that his antics are being watched . .
toying of tuning pegs ceases , glancing up —- unamused wrinkle of brows.
“ dude. can i help you ? ”
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