— 𝙍𝙝𝙮𝙨.

𝖱𝗁𝗒𝗌 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗆𝗌 — 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽; 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖠𝗇𝗐𝖾𝗇

[— 𝙍𝙝𝙮𝙨. @lestusastray]

⠀ ❝ first sign of trouble, you go running off with Cɑptɑin Jɑck Bollocks.❞

𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 & 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌. 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾. 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖽. 𝗋𝗍’𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽. 𝖳𝗈𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗐𝗈𝗈𝖽/𝖣𝗈𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗈

[— 𝙍𝙝𝙮𝙨. @lestusastray]

day 10,000 (𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑢𝑐𝘩?!) of homeschooling; 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽.

[Ianto Jones @DailyIanto]

Jack - Innuendo King
Owen - Weevil King
Tosh - Tech Queen
Gwen - Liason Queen
Me - Coffee King
Rhys - WHAT CAN YOU TRUST TO TRANSPORT YOUR GOODS? HARWOODS! YOU WONT BE SORRY WITH A HARWOODS LORRY! YEAH!

[— 𝙍𝙝𝙮𝙨. @lestusastray]

@ImNotFromMars — millennium Stadium and you can’t miss the bastard thing.”

[— 𝙍𝙝𝙮𝙨. @lestusastray]

@ImNotFromMars “if you mean the water tower you’re wanting the bay; five minute walk that way—“

hand raising just enough to point out the direction Rhys himself had been heading before this distraction had happened.

“or the city hall fountain you want to keep heading behind me past the—

[— 𝙍𝙝𝙮𝙨. @lestusastray]

@ImNotFromMars — sure I could point you better than whatever that is.”

[— 𝙍𝙝𝙮𝙨. @lestusastray]

@ImNotFromMars if nothing else had caught Rhys attention that sure had leading to right eyebrow stretching upwards, curving in interest at the strange man. his accent enough want the Welshman to blame ‘ tourists’ one seeming not to still be moving from out the way.

“where you looking for?—

[— 𝙍𝙝𝙮𝙨. @lestusastray]

@ImNotFromMars Cardiff — full of first class weirdo’s if you’d ever asked Rhys yet now he became heighten at the mans rambles of pick pocketing.

“if I was do you really think I’d answer that question by simply telling you I am? now if you don’t mind moving out my way I’ve got somewhere to be”

[— 𝙍𝙝𝙮𝙨. @lestusastray]

@BIoodyWelsh “oh?”

call his interest being help, leaving the food to lean in a little intrigued.

“sure I could bring the manager must have some perks — why what do you have planned?”

[— 𝙍𝙝𝙮𝙨. @lestusastray]

[ text to @BIoodyWelsh ]

— fancy a takeaway tonight, can’t be asked to cook.
— love you.

[— 𝙍𝙝𝙮𝙨. @lestusastray]

@BIoodyWelsh — welcoming kiss to her cheek.

“you’re a star. how was work?”

[— 𝙍𝙝𝙮𝙨. @lestusastray]

@BIoodyWelsh sinking into the sofa, feet on the their small coffee table and sport — more to the point Cardiff city playing Rhys looked very much a relaxed man with a beer in hand.

“hey.”

he beamed as soon as she’d come into view, pushing himself up. closing the gap to place a soft —

[— 𝙍𝙝𝙮𝙨. @lestusastray]

@ImNotFromMars — competent oblivious to what was happening around him. or more who.

[— 𝙍𝙝𝙮𝙨. @lestusastray]

@ImNotFromMars “sodding hell mate; watch where you’re going.”

Welsh tones fluttered into the cool darkening sky of Cardiff, for once rain holding off yet the wind still rolled in from the sea bringing a cold snap. he’d only been out to get a takeaway, completely in his own thoughts—

[— 𝙍𝙝𝙮𝙨. @lestusastray]

don’t worry! he’s totally fine with being laughed at/ with.

[— 𝙍𝙝𝙮𝙨. @lestusastray]

well don’t go doing so!

[— 𝙍𝙝𝙮𝙨. @lestusastray]

no suppose about it; he’d take a bullet for her — wait — he’d take one again for her.

[— 𝙍𝙝𝙮𝙨. @lestusastray]

isn’t that just part of being married?
they’re a team that faces everything together.