practically jumping out of his skin at the sound of his name. bringing a hand to the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it up to wipe his face, taking a shaky deep breath. “ oh .. hi ace. ” glancing over his shoulder, ┈𖬺͟.
Sprinting up ready to hop on his back , make jokes about getting sick with the wet hair and all but she stops , almost skidding and her eyebrow furrows "Pony ? Whats wrong ? "
/ i’m getting so emotional writing with the greasers here, pony has so many friends that love him and it took him until two of them died to realize it.
practically falling to the ground, melting into the embrace of the other, loud, child-like sniffles. “ thanks. ” singular word barely audible through sobs.
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( biting the loose strings of the
shirt to practically yank ponyboy
onto the ground below. his body
curls around the younger, palmer
pads kneading away. *🐾 )
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( black cloud of a creature strolls
next to pony with eyes hidden by
tuffs. his head is lowered to brush
at his side. ‘what’s wrong with you
.ᐣ’ in canine language. )
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