heIIshound

and i’d expect nothing less— how’d you get into hunting? 

⋆.ೃ࿔ @adoreaus  ❜͟  
            
            you can ask it  ( .. )  but i can’t promise you anything.  

⋆.ೃ࿔ @undamned  ❜͟  
            
            i hope you have a good explanation.  

[ Tossing his tongue into his cheek, he twitches his lips to the side as he tilts his head, crossing his arms over his chest with an easy, unbothered posture. Dark eyes lock onto the other with a quiet, sharp focus. ] " Engine check light came on and it’s stalling every time I hit an incline. I need it back on the road tonight, so figure out what's slipping. "

⋆.ೃ࿔ @crimsonhour  ❜͟  
            
            i’m working on another car right now.  what’s wrong with it?  

* @heIIshound   brhidorah  !!

/  I DO but i can’t remember your @ 

/  i have your disc right pooks?  @undamned

[ tilting her head, her tongue presses against the side of her mouth with a smile. she shrugs, attempting to be nonchalant, the curve her lips straightening slightly. ] if you think we are in fact friends— then lottie. [ she pauses, pulling her phone out of her back pocket. ] you wanna know what i saved you as? 

⋆.ೃ࿔ @adoreaus  ❜͟  
            
            [ he goes quiet for a moment,  thinking.  while his expression remains straight,  there’s a flicker of something in his eyes. amusement,  maybe? his shoulders relax,  turning to to face her completely,  now. ]    what do you want me to call you? 

that’s not the point (…) my friends don’t call me charlotte. 

good  .  [   a part of her liked when strangers were nosy about her business  ,  especially when there's opinions about it too .  ]   yes  ,  i'm absolutely sure  .  you should see how much i tip my nail lady  ..  this is like nothing  .  [  speaking with pure confidence  ,  she found it a blessing and a curse to be able to read emotions so clearly  .  reassuring the man that she wants him to keep the tip  ,  she sent him a kind smile  ,  hiding her teeth  .  ]   buy yourself dinner or whatever men buy  .  strippers  ,  drugs  ,  i don't care  ..  well actually i'd like a share in that case  .

⋆.ೃ࿔ @he4rtlust  ❜͟  
            
            i don’t.   [ he states plainly.  it’s that exact moment he decides to keep his comments to himself—-  maybe he shouldn’t have texted?  too late now.  there’s a brief moment where he watches her pull out the bills from her wallet.  he’s quiet as he waits patiently for her to hand him the cash.  immediately,  he feels a sense of hesitation and somehow she senses it—-  how? ]    you sure?  that’s one heavy tip.  

i'm not  /  settling  /  .  since when did you care so much about my love life  ?  [  leaning against the counter  ,  she heard the total  .  it didn't phase her  ,  she's spent a lot more on things that weren't as important  .  opening her wallet  ,  taking out five one hundred dollar bills and spreading it across the counter  .  running her tongue over her top teeth  .  ]   keep the change  .  buy yourself something nice  .  [  riley was often the one to hand out money like it was candy  ,  perks of being very good looking  .  ]   and don't try to fight me on it  ,  i  /  want  /  to tip  .

when i took that picture of us— the one you turned away from, [ she points at him as they start to walk away, her eyes bordering on accusatory and playful as she takes out her phone, revealing the picture on her phone that wasn’t of them at all but the bartender’s eyes flaring up the flash of her camera and the scowl that followed at the two of them, ] i found this. heard him talking behind the counter, our guy’s gonna be first cut so we wouldn’t even have that long to wait. [ she smiles proudly. ] not bad, huh?

⋆.ೃ࿔ @adoreaus  ❜͟  
            
            [ there’s a short low hum that sounds from him in response to her.  he stands there,  patiently waiting for the other to lead the way,  alert of their surroundings.  it had always been a normality for him—-  essentially being the “eyes”.  julia and suki would call him their watchdog.  suiting,  they believed,  given his being.  the motion she performs doesn’t surprise him.  it’s as if he’d expected it.  as if it was normal for them.  his eyes glance from her and to the bartender at his ten o’clock. ]   you positive?   [ his eyes look down to her,  awaiting for her confirmation. ]    

thank you. [ sliding her larger bag off the side of the chair’s head rest, she hands it over to him. for a moment, her smile grows at the sight of his, with how serious he often was it surprised her a bit. stepping forward, she adjusts the collar of his jacket, tilting her head to speak a bit quietly. ] it’s the bartender, he’s the ‘shifter.’ [ she mouths the last word. ] 

/  moi  !

/ pls!

/      !

what’s the matter, scotty? feeling insecure? 

⋆.ೃ࿔ @adoreaus  ❜͟  
            
            you sure about that,  dumont?