walkin' on sunshine

      ❝ actually. i may need your help. ❞

          “say the word, and i'm there sister." 

iamthefirechild unless you are black ( i highly doubt that given the contextual clues and your blatant disregard for the connotation behind the word ) you have no business using that word. i privately messaged you to take it down and you said “no”, so now i’m taking it publicly — something you should be used to since you like to handle all of your drama publicly.  you cannot say that word. you cannot say that word. YOU CANNOT SAY THAT WORD. i don’t give a shit about the anonymous hate you got, i don’t care if everybody on this website hates you — keep that word off of your blog. 

❝ ask me nicely. ❞

          “alright, i got it. so. would you, micah hoover, accompany me. to a jazz joint, for a whoopee. swinging, and good hooch?" 

❝ going out somewhere fancy tonight? ❞

          “out swinging, but. only if you come." 

(☾☆) — ❝I did?❞ Eyes widen and her little mouth parts open in surprise, but she quickly hides her shock with a confident grin. ❝I mean, of course I did! I’m a magician after all. I can’t tell you how I figured it out though ‘cause it’s a secret.❞

          that moment, slaps a simper on his face. he can't help it,  he's pleased that she's pleased. “i'm floored, you. should have a vegas show. if you ever do, you got a willing assistant. right here, boss." 

❝ you look real nice, lou. ❞

          “don't look too shabby yourself, kid." 

❛  no way! it looks so nice.  ❜

          “you're sure? don't go minding me. whether i'm looking like a buster, or my butt's looking fat. you gotta tell me so." 

   we’d like to make a comment about how work happens and that’s why they’ve come here instead of staying in the parisian stomping grounds, and while that’s true, anyone who knows them knows that they don’t work. so it’s not worth mentioning. ❝ suppose so. do you live around here now? ❞

          y'know he gets it, he gets it, but. he was still sore after they left. to do their work, that they don't. actually. but he gets it, or comes close to, not that he says it. because work will turn people sour. which he'll take sore over, everyday. "something like that. are you close by here too?"

(☾☆) — ❝Yes sir!❞ The cards are taken back and after giving them a look she incorrectly pulls out the queen of hearts. ❝Is this your card?❞

          “how did you know?" unless the queen's changed her orientation to diamonds, lou's a liar. smell that, do you? it's someone's pants on fire. but damned if he doesn't sell it, applauding her.