TO HIS RELIEF, he gets the response he hoped for. “hey, don’t get all defensive. i don’t know your life.” he texts back the response, keeping his phone in hand as he walked towards where he would find happiness in the form of dogs. “ferrets are rad. i can handle that.” he responds, considering ignoring the other part, but a SMALL part of him feels sympathy, because he mentioned his parents. “and hey, it’s fine. i don’t really either. just my brother, who my parents never told me about, so. haven’t spoken to them since i moved. we can start a club.” sentiment isn’t the most common emotion for keegan, but even in the short amount of time he’s known juni, the boys soft nature relaxed his typically rude complex. sure, he was still – not the nicest, but he could recognize when he could help. “just left. you wanna meet me by the diner ? ” 

mav: guess who has a cooler full of grey goose

mav: lakehouse tonight i'll pick you up

nova: does anyone have a first aid kit?

nova: i fell off my bike and not to be dramatic, but...

nova: i think i'm dying

juniper: i have a few bandaids laying around

     the  morning  shift  wasn’t  his  favorite.  actually  it  was  very  much  his  least  favorite.  it  was  too  early  for  his  brain  to  process  anything  that  was  happening  and  it  was  hardly  ever  packed.  or  even  remotely  alive  with  customers.  so  when  peter  heard  the  sound  of  a  small  bell,  specifically  the  one  above  the  front  door,  he  was  caught  a  bit  surprised.  setting  down  his  cup  of  precious  hot  coffee,  he  put  on  the  best  clerk  smile  he  had  in  him.  “  good  morning,  do  you  need  any  help  finding  something?  ”

remy: so today i was getting pizza and the lady on the phone thought i said three instead of one

remy: and i got too nervous to tell her i said one so i just said yes

remy: so now i have three large pizza, a bunch of salad, and garlic knots

remy: please send help

juniper: i've done that with tacos before!!!

juniper: my bank account didn't like that at all ;(

when ria wasn’t with remy or at work or school you could find her in forget me not, looking at clothes and furniture. so here ria was spending her free afternoon looking through some clothes. searching the racks for things she could turn into a nice outfit. “ugh. nothing is speaking to me.” she whines, aggressively searching.

stella continued to flick the lighter, but barely any flame was produced. the cigarette hanging from her mouth didn’t light and instead she just gave a frustrated huff. her break was already not going well, and it wasn’t even that long to begin with. hitting a point of desperation, she asked the nearest person, “it’s a stretch, but you got a light? i’ll bum you a cigarette.” 

SASHA: so my weigh in for my next fight is in 3 weeks, who wants to bet me that i can cut 15 - 20 pounds by then?

SASHA: also if anyone has any dieting options that include food with flavor, or ya know, pizza hmu!!!!

JUNIPER: i'll bet you. idk what though

“I just gotta ask, because I don’t trust the media anymore,” Beau said, stopping the nearby person with a dead serious expression on his face, “Is IHOP really changing their name… because that’s just. No, please, no.”

ohp... yo local alien has come back w/ yet another baby. i should really... not.. but i’ve been missing this muse like crazy tbH. but hey below you’ll find out about my kid beatrix; who is a little on the abrasive side but for all good reason. if you want to plot just lmk by liking this.

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