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「 illbeyouryoda 」

           a disappointed sigh expels from slightly                parted lips, rearranging the food on her plate with                a fork. she'll mumble under her breath, although                still loud enough for him to hear.

                          ❝ ------doesn't taste as good as deer. ❞

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「 deathfollowed 」

            nose crinkles from side to side, an                  overwhelming mixture of anxiety and distress                  emanating from the person beside her.

                          & she'll turn her head with a slight tilt,                     forehead creasing with worry.

                                                     ❝ ———what ? ❞

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「 notallmonsters 」

           ❝ ———okay, can you just repeat                         that one more time?

                               i can probably understand it better if                                you just explain it to me in detail                                rather than me just reading it.

                        these notes are practically j i b b e r i s h. ❞

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           ❝ my head isn't s e n s i t i v e----                        you're just pulling too hard. save the wolf                        strength for some other time, yeah? ❞

                              bottom lip juts out into a pout, silence falling                               between the two as isla continues playing                               the role of hairdresser.

                       & once she feels the secure of an elastic,                        hands smooth down the back of her hair--                        a non-visual way of inspecting the other                        girl's work.

                                                     ❝ ----not bad. ❞

    ❝ who knew you’d have a sensitive as hell head?                      stop whining, i’m almost done. shit. ❞

               the hair tie that had been practically cutting                her blood circulation off in her wrist was                now being wrapped around the end of the                coyote’s hair. 

   ❝ there. braided hair. i’m not totally  u s e l e s s         at girl stuff. ❞

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「 vvulfric 」

          she can practically s e n s e the pair of judgmental                  eyes on her, its searing gaze nearly boring holes into her                  skin as she devours three slices of pizza.

                         (although inhales might be                                                 a word better suited.)

                shoulders shrug lazily once she acknowledges                 what she can only assume to be his disgust,                 mouth still full of food when she finally decides                 to speak.

                                             ❝ ----what? i'm h u n g r y. ❞

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「 wgruzach 」

             she'll glance at him from the corners of her eyes,                   what once were placid features now contorted ��                  into ones for concern.

                                            ❝ ----you're doing it again. ❞

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「 notdamagedgoods 」

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                       ❝ ow, ow, ow.

                                you're braiding hair,                               not starting a chainsaw. ❞

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I don’t have much practice in things like forgiveness. Some things I’m picking up fast. But other things are like… like math.

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combvret:

        ❝well, i mean, if passing math isn’t that           to you, then i mean—— feel free.❞

       ❝though, i mean, i do hear that skipping           isn’t half as fun when you do it alone.❞

                    ❝ believe me, it's not.         but for some reason all my friends                  seem to think that it is. ❞

                   ❝ ----well it's kind of hard to find                            someone who's willing. ❞

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Stalia 4x4  "You did it"

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callofthealpha:

               ❝ o—- kay. ❞

     he’s a little bit baffled by the request, but      complies nevertheless. scott rolls up one      his sleeves, taking the extra precautions in      not accidentally ripping up his clothes — again.                      ❝ have you’ve been working on                          picking an anchor like we’ve                          talked about? ❞

                eyes gleam with something that might             as well be silent amazement-- not that she                   would ever admit it. but she's always                admired how much control he had and                  how effortless it seemed to be for him.

                               ❝ yeah----                                          an anchor can be                                          a person, right? ❞

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I don’t get it.

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