// dilemmaβ¦ I love my layout but I also adore this picture. So Iβm just going to post it here so I could look at it while I try to revamp this account.
{starter for @cordacaecus}
Hughie, a well-meaning and kind βalbeit chronic sufferer of foot-in-mouth syndrome, stood dumbfounded with his brow furrowed, his concentration focused deeply on what he could possibly say to Annie that might get him back within her good graces. He Β»
Β» of interpretation which could likely garner the wrong impression, and he couldnβt risk that. The simplicity of opening up a conversation was one step closer to getting that one-on-one discussion he needed with her. Anticipation danced at his fingertip as be pressed send.
{starter for @cordacaecus}
Hughie, a well-meaning and kind βalbeit chronic sufferer of foot-in-mouth syndrome, stood dumbfounded with his brow furrowed, his concentration focused deeply on what he could possibly say to Annie that might get him back within her good graces. He Β»
Β» backspaced an entire paragraphβs worth of word vomit and swapped it for a cool: βHey!β
Lacklustre, and quite possibly cringe, he knew that much. The thing with texts were the flat and open surface of a screen with scrambled words and a message that was at the complete mercy Β»
/ hello! I would love some interactions here! Iβll make a proper starter call tomorrow, but like Iβm open to plotting or whatever. Iβm returning back to rp after a LONG break, so just bear in mind Iβm a little rusty. >.<
Β» have to just suck it up and keep pressing on, like always. With a huff, he circled back to his desk and packed up his things to leave for the night.
{END}
{SOLO}
Hughie sat alone in the vast and empty office space of the boys, distracted and chewing on his thumb nail, slowly from corner to corner just to be thorough. Leaving the nail jagged but short, and his irritated fingertip, a deep flush of color to contrast to the otherwise Β»
Β» and helpless. A certain strand of hopelessness that he had grown accustomed to since getting mixed up with the boys and Annie, and yet he wouldnβt trade any of his people for that lost sense of security his old life had given himβ¦
Despite the ragged state he was in, heβd Β»