hawkinshellboy

// disappeared again and do not plan on making a full comeback any time soon because i am a busy boy. if you wanna talk to me outside of here n whatevs add me on discord :) @/percysnotlistening

protged

i   don't   care   about   nancy,   man.   you  need  to  talk  to  steve  if  you  wanna  know  where  she  is.    :/

protged

i  already  told  you.  i   don't   know.     harrington  isn't   /that/   bad,   wheeler.   brave  the  beast  and   bother  him.
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hawkinshellboy

—>    @protged 
            
            i  don’t  wanna  talk  to  that  douchebag.    i’m  talking  to  you  because  you  are  slightly  less  douchebag-y  than  steve  harrington.    i  know  you  know  where  she  is,    christ  sake,    you  hang  out  with  her.    where  is  she?
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hiddcndecay

     I tried making you cookies ... but it didn't go like planned .. :( 
          
           // loving the new theme  <3

hawkinshellboy

—>    @huntedbloodz 
            // thank you!! ^_^
            
            oh…    [    ezra  mumbled,    lip  quirking  up  into  an  awkward  grin.    it  was  definitely  a  nice  gesture—but  wow.    ]    you  know  what?    i  appreciate  it.    um…     [    he  trailed  off,    picking  up  one  of  the  cookies  and  analyzing  it.    he  wouldn’t  be  eating  them,    but  maybe  he  could  figure  out  what  was  wrong  with  them.    ]    how  much  flour  did  you  use?
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hvymtlgns

/ heh heh.. 
          
          "The hell did you do?!" Mike cowered, ducking behind the counter. "Why's he going crazy???"
          
          "Ezra Wheeeeelerrrr," Roger taunted, dragging his piece of lead pipe along the edges of the door trim. He swung it against the window, causing it to shatter - and Mike probably shat himself. He's fought demodogs before but never a dude off his bipolar meds. "You can't hide from me!"

hvymtlgns

@hawkinshellboy
            
            "What?! Why?!" Mike threw his hands up. Of course he's gonna argue instead of, oh y'know, running. That changed with a yelp and a sprint as Roger kicked the door open. "Wheeeeelerrrr!" He grinned wolfishly, stomping into the room. He also broke into a full sprint, swinging the bar at Mike and very nearly missing. He grunted, picking up the bar and taking off towards the older male instead. "Come back you pussy!" He sneered, swinging it at Ezra and once again missing. It's a good thing he's not into athletics.
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hawkinshellboy

—>    @hvymtlgns 
            
            oh,    jesus  christ,    [    ezra  grumbled,    pinching  his  nose  bridge.    did  this  happen  to  happen  now?    in  the  middle  of  him  making  dinner?    he  huffed,    turning  the  stove  off.    ]    mike,    shut  up!    just  go  upstairs.    [    despite  trying  to  seem  nonchalant  about  roger  actively  trying  to  break  into  his  house,    he  jolted  at  the  sound  of  his  window  shattering.    ezra  scanned  the  kitchen  for  something  to  use  as  a  weapon,    nabbing  a  bottle  of  olive  oil  by  the  neck  and  sprinting  out  the  back  door.    he  could  explain  himself  later.    ]
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batscoops

/ sorry for the late drop. I swear I thought I dropped something </3
          
          
          “Hey, don’t judge the process of how I get my hair like this, man. It takes a good while to make sure it looks this good. My hair is basically the only thing I got going for me, don’t ruin it.”

hawkinshellboy

—>    @batscoops 
            // its ok twin i’m not a cop 
            
            dude,    i  don’t  care.    :/    just  need  you  to  hurry  up  so  we  can  get  going.
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