݁‎ ‍‎ 𝓢ᴱ𝑎 ‍ ⎈ ‍ 𝘓𝖤𝖦𝖲.

⠀ ⠀ with⠀ ⠀𝖾𝗇͟𝗏͟𝗒⠀ ⠀for⠀ ⠀the⠀ ⠀ 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑑⠀ ⠀ 𝒈round.⠀ ⠀ཀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

[݁‎ ‍‎ 𝓢ᴱ𝑎 ‍ ⎈ ‍ 𝘓𝖤𝖦𝖲. @SHIPF4CED]

⠀ 𝑎 ⠀ 𝘉𝘐𝘛𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘚𝘞𝘌𝘌𝘛 ⠀⺌ ⠀𝕾𝖸𝖬𝖯𝖧𝖮𝖭𝖸. ੭

[݁‎ ‍‎ 𝓢ᴱ𝑎 ‍ ⎈ ‍ 𝘓𝖤𝖦𝖲. @SHIPF4CED]

my shop got trashed again, my boss is mad at me, my girl who’s not my girl hates me, and we got rats in the pantry… so.

[𝒂𝒅𝒂 ఌ︎ @umbrellaspies]

what happened .ᐣ

[݁‎ ‍‎ 𝓢ᴱ𝑎 ‍ ⎈ ‍ 𝘓𝖤𝖦𝖲. @SHIPF4CED]

like you wouldn’t believe. 😔

[𝒂𝒅𝒂 ఌ︎ @umbrellaspies]

aw... poor guy.

[݁‎ ‍‎ 𝓢ᴱ𝑎 ‍ ⎈ ‍ 𝘓𝖤𝖦𝖲. @SHIPF4CED]

@mesmeriiic …hmph. [staring a moment, as if weighing how sincere she is.] you better hope it wasn’t one a’ your friends then that trashed my shack. i know one of those yuppies is responsible.

[݁‎ ‍‎ 𝓢ᴱ𝑎 ‍ ⎈ ‍ 𝘓𝖤𝖦𝖲. @SHIPF4CED]

PISSED.

[݁‎ ‍‎ 𝓢ᴱ𝑎 ‍ ⎈ ‍ 𝘓𝖤𝖦𝖲. @SHIPF4CED]

don’t talk to me right now, i’m mad.

[݁‎ ‍‎ 𝓢ᴱ𝑎 ‍ ⎈ ‍ 𝘓𝖤𝖦𝖲. @SHIPF4CED]

pocket. “i’m jordan.”

[݁‎ ‍‎ 𝓢ᴱ𝑎 ‍ ⎈ ‍ 𝘓𝖤𝖦𝖲. @SHIPF4CED]

“yeah, sorry.” he humors her dig at his prior attitude with a kind chuckle, not wanting to appear too embarrassed by his own brashness.

and although having insisted otherwise, he didn’t want to send her off running 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 yet. he …

[𝗇𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗒 @journaliistic]

she awaits what she can only assume will be as snarky of a response as he’d offered thus far. nancy had already begun rolling up her sleeves, though the slight shift in the way he gazed at her paused her.

“do you? and were they just… hibernating until this moment?” though . . .

[݁‎ ‍‎ 𝓢ᴱ𝑎 ‍ ⎈ ‍ 𝘓𝖤𝖦𝖲. @SHIPF4CED]

night.”

his eyebrows raise beneath the bill of his cap as he assures quickly. “i’ll let you grab anythin’ you want from the shop afterward. on me.”

jeez, where were his manners again? he sticks a hand out from his jacket …

[݁‎ ‍‎ 𝓢ᴱ𝑎 ‍ ⎈ ‍ 𝘓𝖤𝖦𝖲. @SHIPF4CED]

@ironvvows / STEP INTO MY OFFICE (DMS)

[݁‎ ‍‎ 𝓢ᴱ𝑎 ‍ ⎈ ‍ 𝘓𝖤𝖦𝖲. @SHIPF4CED]

@mesmeriiic all the kind of shit princesses like you break a nail just 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 about.

[݁‎ ‍‎ 𝓢ᴱ𝑎 ‍ ⎈ ‍ 𝘓𝖤𝖦𝖲. @SHIPF4CED]

@mesmeriiic [in the middle of sparking up before his attentions flicks back at her.] no, actually. i got a guy for that. [gesturing heatedly, wearing a smile of pure outrage.] but it’s people like him and i you should be grateful for, doing …

[݁‎ ‍‎ 𝓢ᴱ𝑎 ‍ ⎈ ‍ 𝘓𝖤𝖦𝖲. @SHIPF4CED]

@mesmeriiic poor baby… [pinching a cigarette between his fingers, waiting for her to be offended.] what happened, your personal chef cancel, or somethin’?

[݁‎ ‍‎ 𝓢ᴱ𝑎 ‍ ⎈ ‍ 𝘓𝖤𝖦𝖲. @SHIPF4CED]

@mesmeriiic aww. [oozing sarcasm.] your life must be so hard.

[݁‎ ‍‎ 𝓢ᴱ𝑎 ‍ ⎈ ‍ 𝘓𝖤𝖦𝖲. @SHIPF4CED]

casually, he approaches her and takes out the toothpick he’d had pinched between his teeth. “𝘯𝘰𝘵 that you can’t do anything a man can do, but, uh… i have manners.”

[݁‎ ‍‎ 𝓢ᴱ𝑎 ‍ ⎈ ‍ 𝘓𝖤𝖦𝖲. @SHIPF4CED]

unconsciously, he mirrors her crossed arms stance, this time 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 looking at her in a way that wasn’t just out the side of his eyes. 𝘰𝘩. 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰.

“now, what kinda guy would i be if i put you to work like that?” more …

[𝗇𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗒 @journaliistic]

biting back quiet laughter as she observed his huffing defiance. arms crossing over her chest, a flicker of amusement lighting her face.

“would you like some help cleaning this up?”

[݁‎ ‍‎ 𝓢ᴱ𝑎 ‍ ⎈ ‍ 𝘓𝖤𝖦𝖲. @SHIPF4CED]

even less graceful plummet down the ladder, he shreds his glove completely while fumbling for its metal railings before hitting the deck like a rag doll.

“augh…” he practically rolls over at her feet while groaning in pain. “shit…”

[݁‎ ‍‎ 𝓢ᴱ𝑎 ‍ ⎈ ‍ 𝘓𝖤𝖦𝖲. @SHIPF4CED]

if he wasn’t straining as far as he could, he’d have something to retort. but instead, the only thing that flees his mouth is a loud, shrill cry of—— “𝘈𝘈𝘈𝘙𝘏, FAHCK!” ——as his grip on the ladder slips.

somewhere amidst his …

[‍ ‍ ‍𝖍𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. @funeralsores]

( brow raise. ) … old ass fishing magazines or whatever don’t count.