β€³Β Β @dinopunchingβββ,Β Β π€π’π³π°π π₯π’π―π·π¦π³π΄,Β Β asked: Β Β βΉ i can't remember what it feels like to belong. βΊ
a spectacular view, the two of them sitting beside one another on a park bench just as the sun is beginning to set ββ casting a blue haze slowly but surely across the asphalt before them, clouding the venue they'll both soon putter over to in a dim sort of half-light. in a matter of minutes it will be overtaken by an artificial brightness, a marquee reading πππππππ πππππ in silly bold letters. β no, funny you mention it ββΒ neither can i. β she holds no hint of disappointment in her expression as she beams, a smile dazzling and bright as she throws it over to her newfound companion: an unbothered display. β i'd heard that's the heart of hollywood. you're always on the outside of it all. β it sounds insightful, but she takes words heard verbatim in passing and parrots them without seeming to quite grasp the brevity they're meant to hold. β but you do look the part. i'd guess you're from here. are you? you look it. β her smile's a loose and lighthearted creature, spreading happily, and a little stupidly. β ββ you know, i've never gone to a theatre before. this is exciting, isn't it? β
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