so, not wood ice cream, bull balls or whatever that chick said, horse milk, platypus tail, monkey brains, we are going to have a nice fucking dinner. and breakfast. and lunch. huge meals because we’ll always be skinny.
[ she’s rocking their arms, her grin as wide as it can get. ]
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⏜ ⠀⠀⠀#ㅤ ⠀𝆣 ⠀⠀j𝖚𝑙𝑖𝑒
( she's right. overthinking won't make it better, it'll usually only archive the opposite.
he takes a deep breath, hands squeezing the blonde's. they're calloused with a few small little cuts, strong. warm. very pleasant to hold. )
you're right. there's much more to think about.
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* ◟ ⠀ 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙰 ┄ 𝙲͟𝚁𝚄𝚉 ⠀♯
i mean, i’d probably be struggling too if i was in your place. kind of an identity crisis thing or whatever.
[ she’s taking his hands into her own, squeezing them nice and tight. ]
stop worrying your pretty little head about it, soma. there’s so many other things to focus on.
⏜ ⠀⠀⠀#ㅤ ⠀𝆣 ⠀⠀j𝖚𝑙𝑖𝑒
cult leader.
he chuckles, not out of amusement, but out of embarrassment. )
i'm sorry. i know this is weird. and difficult, and i always end up mulling it over.
you must be sick of it by now. i am too.
