【 ★❜ get in loser, we're going moonsaulting.】

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        “Witch witch what do you call a gay Mexican vampire? “

When your necklace has absorbed your body heat and runs across the trackpad. 

when your necklace fucks up everything you worked on and you have to start over.

She gave a little SHRIEK at being poked, and reached up to touch Cherokee upon the nose. She giggled noisily, before nodding.

      “Oooh, Spider-Gwen! That sounds much cooler! Spider Blue is on her way to save the day!”

Making a strange trumpet sound, Blue swung back and forth on the branch, laughing wildly.

                        ❝ —Make some room up there. ❞ she said with a laugh. Cherokee hoped over the fence easy peasy and climbed the tree with skill. In less than a moment, she was hanging upside down beside Blue, who was still laughing and shaking the branch like a cute. Cherokee’s hair dangled over her head, and her green shorts allowed the tree’s bark to bite at her calfs. Both things she didn’t care about.

      “Watch out, Cherokee!”

Blue swings wildly from the tree, hanging onto a branch by her legs, arms dangling freely as she laughed, hair hanging above her head. (She was wearing shorts underneath her skirt, thankfully.) Dots of sunlight danced upon her freckles, practically making the woman GLOW.

      “I’m like the new Spiderman, don’t you think?” // @arcanaceas ! 

                         Cherokee halted in her stride when she heard her name called.  Face to face with the blue beauty, Cherokee was torn between tickling Blue’s sides-- making her scream, flail and probably fall-- and joining her upside-down in the tree. For now, she poked Blue between the eyes.

“…..plants sure are complicated to take care of.” that he should’ve thought of before he went & bought them on impulse. just like a certain husky puppy sitting at home.

eyes fall to up above, making an effort into repeating everything she’s said so far underneath his breath. 

“well, anyway you would probably have to remind me about it. at first.”

                             ❝ —I’m not your keeper, I don’t even have your phone number! ❞  She whined, but not really complaining. Everyday she had to remind someone to do something at one point or another. It wasn’t really going to inconvenience her at this point.

          “Why?” Of couse he has to ask. Every little sound bothers Skylar and while he really should try to be more fair about it, super-senses are bitch. Guess he should count himself lucky she isn’t screaming wildly in some frantic rain dance for a spell or some shit. That would be annoying.

                                       ❝ —Cause it makes me feel better? ❞  phrased like a question, but stated passive-aggressively. A tone used when she didn’t want to be bothered-- not that her usual speech wasn’t aggressive.

“that sounds really complicated..” he murmurs, exhausted by just the thought of making one single mistake would lead to a plant’s death. (as if he hasn’t killed numerous by neglecting them.)

“hmm.. what if i move them to the balcony though?”

                              ❝ —You could do that, you’d just have to keep an eye on the weather. If your pots are plastic and light, wind could knock them over. If it’s too sunny and you forget to water them, they could dry out. And let’s not talk about rain. ❞