ᅠ ‍ ‍ ²⁰ᵗʰ 𝑐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗒 𝑏𝑜𝑦.ᅠ ‍ ‍

what⠀ does⠀ your⠀ 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒⠀ taste⠀ like?

[ᅠ ‍ ‍ ²⁰ᵗʰ 𝑐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗒 𝑏𝑜𝑦.ᅠ ‍ ‍ @scuticarum]

pout⠀your⠀bottom⠀lip⠀while⠀crackin'⠀the⠀whip,⠀you⠀know⠀what⠀we⠀want,⠀it's⠀candy⠀to⠀cum⠀to!

[ᅠ ‍ ‍ ²⁰ᵗʰ 𝑐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗒 𝑏𝑜𝑦.ᅠ ‍ ‍ @scuticarum]

@veneditas letting smoke billow out of his mouth while he speaks. “ Promise I got a clean bill 'a health. 'Sides the smokin'. And drinkin'. ”

[ᅠ ‍ ‍ ²⁰ᵗʰ 𝑐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗒 𝑏𝑜𝑦.ᅠ ‍ ‍ @scuticarum]

@veneditas A hand reaches into the pocket of the coat he'd settled over her, fishing out two cigs and his light — an old zippo, metal worn. Both placed between lips; he sets them alight before handing one over.

“ Hope y' don't mind my germs. ” Said with no malintent, taking a drag and

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[ᅠ ‍ ‍ ²⁰ᵗʰ 𝑐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗒 𝑏𝑜𝑦.ᅠ ‍ ‍ @scuticarum]

@veneditas “ 'M sure y'are, but I'm really alright. ” Shrugging off his coat, he settles the leather around the other's shoulders. Hair on his arms bristles at the lack of warmth, but he at least has a whole other layer to retain the heat. “ Y' smoke? ”

[ᅠ ‍ ‍ ²⁰ᵗʰ 𝑐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗒 𝑏𝑜𝑦.ᅠ ‍ ‍ @scuticarum]

@veneditas He can imagine it does. The thought makes his stomach turn, makes him scowl — he thinks back to that group of lowlives, and hopes that they had nothing to do with the state she's in. It's none of his business, really, but he can't help it; he can't just leave them alone.

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[ᅠ ‍ ‍ ²⁰ᵗʰ 𝑐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗒 𝑏𝑜𝑦.ᅠ ‍ ‍ @scuticarum]

@veneditas already, love. Thanks for th' offer, though. ” The scent of booze permeates the air, thick even above the smell of sex. Sweat, slick, nauseating. With a tilt of his head, “ Aren't y' cold? Must be. 'S a nice outfit, but no' very warm looking. ”

[ᅠ ‍ ‍ ²⁰ᵗʰ 𝑐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗒 𝑏𝑜𝑦.ᅠ ‍ ‍ @scuticarum]

@veneditas Question earns a huffed laugh, but there's nothing condescending about it — good – natured, like they'd asked the most normal question in the world. Shaking his head ‘ no ’ , he lowers proper to the dirty ground, legs crossed, in front of her.

“ A've had a good enough night

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[ᅠ ‍ ‍ ²⁰ᵗʰ 𝑐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗒 𝑏𝑜𝑦.ᅠ ‍ ‍ @scuticarum]

@veneditas heel. Gets down to her level, crouching to meet her gaze, rather than loom over her as he imagines so many others have.

“ Y'alright? ”

[ᅠ ‍ ‍ ²⁰ᵗʰ 𝑐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗒 𝑏𝑜𝑦.ᅠ ‍ ‍ @scuticarum]

@veneditas Strip club? Bar?, gaze lands on the other's form, and he can just 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙. He doesn't even need to catalogue all the markings of a plaything tossed aside, it's in their eyes.

He approaches like one would a stray, taking a last drag of his cig before crushing it beneath his

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[ᅠ ‍ ‍ ²⁰ᵗʰ 𝑐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗒 𝑏𝑜𝑦.ᅠ ‍ ‍ @scuticarum]

the fuck y' need a fry for.

[‎‍ ‎‍ ‎ ‎𝑘𝚒l͟l͟𝘦𝘳 ‎‍‎‍ ‎𝙝𝗲𖹭 ֶָ֢𝚛𝚝 ‎‍ ‎ @veneditas]

what if i need that fry?

[ᅠ ‍ ‍ ²⁰ᵗʰ 𝑐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗒 𝑏𝑜𝑦.ᅠ ‍ ‍ @scuticarum]

shakin' my 'ead.

[‎‍ ‎‍ ‎ ‎𝑘𝚒l͟l͟𝘦𝘳 ‎‍‎‍ ‎𝙝𝗲𖹭 ֶָ֢𝚛𝚝 ‎‍ ‎ @veneditas]

woahwaithey! that's awfully drastic!

[ᅠ ‍ ‍ ²⁰ᵗʰ 𝑐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗒 𝑏𝑜𝑦.ᅠ ‍ ‍ @scuticarum]

am givin' you one less french fry

[‎‍ ‎‍ ‎ ‎𝑘𝚒l͟l͟𝘦𝘳 ‎‍‎‍ ‎𝙝𝗲𖹭 ֶָ֢𝚛𝚝 ‎‍ ‎ @veneditas]

well now i'm worried.

[ᅠ ‍ ‍ ²⁰ᵗʰ 𝑐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗒 𝑏𝑜𝑦.ᅠ ‍ ‍ @scuticarum]

okay fine but i'll be rememberin' this ...

[‎‍ ‎‍ ‎ ‎𝑘𝚒l͟l͟𝘦𝘳 ‎‍‎‍ ‎𝙝𝗲𖹭 ֶָ֢𝚛𝚝 ‎‍ ‎ @veneditas]

okay, when you put it like that... can you both tie for first? i like you both.

[𝕽𝖊𝖉 is on hiatus @renderedinred]

petplay but it’s them spraying me with a spray bottle because i’m annoying them

[ᅠ ‍ ‍ ²⁰ᵗʰ 𝑐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗒 𝑏𝑜𝑦.ᅠ ‍ ‍ @scuticarum]

i let y' live in my apartment rent free fer two months 'n' this is wha' i get. second place.

[‎‍ ‎‍ ‎ ‎𝑘𝚒l͟l͟𝘦𝘳 ‎‍‎‍ ‎𝙝𝗲𖹭 ֶָ֢𝚛𝚝 ‎‍ ‎ @veneditas]

you're second place, man.

[ᅠ ‍ ‍ ²⁰ᵗʰ 𝑐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗒 𝑏𝑜𝑦.ᅠ ‍ ‍ @scuticarum]

Taking off to the roof for a cig.

[ᅠ ‍ ‍ ²⁰ᵗʰ 𝑐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗒 𝑏𝑜𝑦.ᅠ ‍ ‍ @scuticarum]

yer fuckin' insane.

[‎‍ ‎‍ ‎ ‎𝑘𝚒l͟l͟𝘦𝘳 ‎‍‎‍ ‎𝙝𝗲𖹭 ֶָ֢𝚛𝚝 ‎‍ ‎ @veneditas]

i think ame is the nicest person i know.

[ᅠ ‍ ‍ ²⁰ᵗʰ 𝑐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗒 𝑏𝑜𝑦.ᅠ ‍ ‍ @scuticarum]

am literally the nicest person y' know.

[‎‍ ‎‍ ‎ ‎𝑘𝚒l͟l͟𝘦𝘳 ‎‍‎‍ ‎𝙝𝗲𖹭 ֶָ֢𝚛𝚝 ‎‍ ‎ @veneditas]

you're so mean to me, such a crime.