ִ ࣪ 𝐌̲𝐀̲𝐌̲𝐀̲'̲𝐒̲ 𝐁̲𝐎̲𝐘̲.

Ain’t my fault, tiny ass blanket. [Rich grumbled into his one upper arm. He’d been leaning against his arm rather than the pillow as if that would keep him warm at all.] I ain’t movin’, bones are frozen. [as if that’s how that worked. The only movement that came from him was as he shifted his head, one eyes opening so he’d look at his boyfriend.]

── ✦ @-drvgz,  well, maybe if you hadn't kicked the blanket off, we wouldn't be having this problem.ㅤ[robin mumbles incoherently before rolling over, hands folded underneath the pillow in a lousy attempt to keep warm, goosebumps erupting along his bare back as the two shift around restlessly. he then lifts his head from the pillow, eyes just barely cracked open, yet still heavily laced with fatigue, a lazy smile creeping across his lips as he pushes himself up, rolling onto his side, an arm extending itself.]ㅤc'mere. i'll warm you up. 

/   super late but yes!

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• rhatt wiped their scraped up hands on their pants , wincing a bit • 's whatever . . 'n i wouldn' go to th' cops for literally nothin' - 

── ✦ @-rhatty-,  oh, i know i'm a bitch. i just try not to dwell on it too much; it's a real mood killer.ㅤ[as she pushes herself up, robin folds his arms over his chest, stormy hues watching them intently with an ever so slight tilt of his head.]ㅤyou didn't hurt yourself, did you? i don't have enough money to pay for compensation if you press charges. 

>:/ fuckin' jerk 's what y' are - least i know 'm a bitch - • they grumbled , pushing themself up off the ground •

 /ㅤvon dutch wouldve been his anthem #trust