hands press against the cold countertop, shrugging. couldn't argue with that logic. “ nah, man. my stomach'll get fucked up if i have cheese so late. ” yawning; moving hair behind her shoulder. “ what're you doing up? ”
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“i got hungry. i wanted a grilled
cheese. so i made one.” keeping
his voice soft, now, as if he, out
of nowhere, cares that the entire
house is fast asleep. taking a bite,
face lighting up. “sure you (+)
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—— 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋: like if you are interested in shipping. please note that liking does not guarantee you a ship, chemistry is a must. must be 18+ to ship, muse is bisexual. muse is 19 as of s4.
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“ no shit. ” steps further into the kitchen as she looks at the plate, brows raising. hops up onto the counter, legs dangling as she sighs. “ nah, i'm good. grilled cheese in the middle of the night? ”
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“i live here,” words spoken plainly,
knowing full well that’s not what
she was asking. oven turns off,
transferring slightly charred grilled
cheese to plate. “you want one?”
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/ / thinking about caroline getting stuck in poguelandia with the group and her parents divorcing & accepting she was dead while she was gone, and by the time she came back her dad was already remarried
shoving a pillow over her face, letting out a groan. fuck it, she was already awake. standing up from the couch and creeping into the kitchen; arms crossed. “ what are you doing in here? ”