I could never do them knots at Cubs, you know, and they said, "Ah, he's not got the fingers for it," or whatever. But look what my fucking fingers can do now, eh?

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　　❛ ❛ ᴱ⁻ᴱᶠᶠᵞ (!) . .. . . . effy!!! ❜ ❜ 𝗔 𝗕𝗜𝗚 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗧, garnering the attention of none but the girl clad in black and blue amidst all the hustle and bustle of who's shagging who and how much ket they found in kieran's desk drawer last week. naomi's brown leather jacket bounces as she catches up to her so that they can walk down the hallowed halls of their 𝚗𝚘𝚝-𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢-𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 learning institute together. 　　 ❛ ❛ you comin' tonight? i've only got a half-empty bottle of 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒔 left, gonna have to leech off of everyone else. you? ❜ ❜ @offsrail——

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❛ ❛ you're a good player. 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋, kind of, anyway. 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿? ❜ ❜ as his opponent trails off, jal realises approaching first would take him by surprise 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵. he seems to be too focused on the rash jump and hit, rather than the 𝒇𝒍̤͙𝒐̤͙𝒘 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆. watching her brothers on the courts for years has conditioned her to understand the sport in a depth which truly displeases her, but still, 𝗝𝗔𝗟'𝗦 𝗦𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗦𝗘𝗧 𝗢𝗡 𝗔𝗖𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗔 — although the clarinet lingers in her heart. rusted-orange hued skirt flutters in the wind as her racket stands idly by her side, wondering just what he'll say to the challenge in her remark — 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚗 being the most easily broken, she's taken to notice. . . @acedset– –

looking at her like this, it's hard to recognise her. with his tie suffocating him, Tony wants to hug his little sister and tell her how he's going to fix it. like he hopes he can. but a part of him is worried that this time, he can't. that this time, her tears have left too much of a stain and she can't quite seem to fix it with any amount of bleach. “ oh effy ... ” two hands wipe his face. the metallic room they sit in feels preposterous — they should be sat in their living room right now, mum upstairs, love on the spectrum on the telly, an unfinished game of scrabble on the table. her, sat on the floor facing the tv, and tony, laid on the sofa, hands behind his head, legs crossed. it's not fucking fair. nothing about this is fair but the law isn't fair, a lesson he's learned that by now. “ how am i gonna get you out of this one? ” @offsrail– –

“ come on eff! ” a wide cheshire grin motions for the girl to keep running with her, out behind the school, her handbag bobbing along. the pink and black stripes finally reach the end of the field followed dually by effy. katie's back stays turned from any potential authority as she takes a joint out of a glasses case. “ it's my first time rolling. don't be mean, okay? ........ have you smoked lots before? ” trying so desperately hard to get an affirmation that she's cool and edgy like effy is too. it'll happen soon, she thinks. she'll like me enough soon. @offsrail– –

“ your mam's a chip off the old block. ” face winces at the sight of her. a wreck, simple hues of greyscale – not a spec of colour on even her skin. “ a fuckin' weirdo. you're both skitz. don' think she's as bad as you though. ” cook scoffs as he blows out fag smoke right through her, it could almost knock the girl over but he doesn't care. doesn't care about much anyway. @offsrail– –