MOVED

yeah no i’m definitely gonna remake adri this week

i’m just so unhappy and uncomfortable with so many things being on this blog and i’ve really realised it since making my new blog the other day and enjoying the new start that it was

i’ll decide more things when the everything’s all sorted but i’ll probably only carry over a few select threads from here relationships will stay intact so that’ll be fine i probably won’t give out the url once i make it but you’ll know it’s me 

just

call everyone by it or not, he's not one to like it and that's that. a shrug, glass taken in hand as he decides to just down the lot in one. and by fuck is it bad; he regrets his choice immediately.

           "Adrian, but really anything            apart from kid works fine."

Pff, disgusting. Alcohol is alcohol to him, he'd probably drink just about anything. Money is slid across in return, more than is necessary and he definitely expects change back.

          {Don’t     get     me     wrong,     magic     is     cool            But a nervous mother singing to her child at night            while  something moves quietly through the  dark            outside                         her                         house?                                        That’s a story.                            }

                            ❝ plain old coffee it is. ❞

Nodding his head slightly as the other seemed to understand where he was coming from, even with omitting the truth, Taylor was more than glad to let the subject drop.  Even if it would just be for the moment. The man seemed quite content with keeping the look as if it would get any more out of his tricks than the visual aesthetics, though.  Dare he say that it was almost adorable?

              “Alright — this one you can participate               in.”

He really needed to broaden his repertoire.  Taylor could only go so long before he ran out, but maybe, as he was working, he could pull a couple new ones out of his ass thin air. Slipping his hand into his jacket pocket, the man pulled out a pen and handed it to Adrian, rolling up the sleeve of the arm without the card on it and baring skin void of any design or picture.

Oh boy, audience participation. That was always a favourite; he couldn't help the grin that was quick to erase his pout as the pen was handed into very untrustworthy hands and instructions were listened to. Truthfully, he could imagine where this was headed, anticipated it and looked forward to it. Because if it was what he was thinking it would be, it'd be more than impressive.

            "I'm warning you now— I'm not much of an artist."

Not at all, and unfortunately for Taylor's skin he was immature enough to draw a dick or something of the like on his arm. He didn't though, for once, decided to be serious for once and settled instead on a crudely drawn cat, lines shaky even as he held the other's skin taught. All he could do was laugh at his attempts as he handed the pen back.

            Not exactly the most cheery of topics, and he's not too surprised that she doesn't remember it well. He remembers reading somewhere that traumatic experiences are often pushed to the back of the mind, worst parts forgotten to protect everything else. He's aware of it enough with his own incidents.

            Change of topic and he's not complaining much, manages a slight laugh accompanied by fingers rubbing sheepish at the back of his neck.