— ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ's ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ.

Cough basalisk cough

fifteen fucking feet AND 2,502 POUNDS ARE YOU SHITTING ME

what if he was friendly and carried his friends on his back you know his name not his story

  Silence, it filled the all around them as Jetay was slowly starting to get annoyed, or was she? Heck she didn’t know. She never liked the silence or darkness- it was something she had been living in for a long period of her life. It was the main reason why she was some what social- not the an extent where she knew everyone, but to one that she could manage to get back. That, and her job description. Being a drug dealer, you didn’t clearly have to be anti-social. Some communication skills were required, and she had enough to get her all the customers she had. Pushing her thoughts to the side, her eyes managed to get a glimpse of the latter motioning her forward. “Oh… a change of heart?” She called out, amused at the gesture. She was sure that the male didn’t like her, but it is possible he could have seen some of the similiarities between them both in a odd way. Whatever it was, it was enough for her to walk towards him, her hands shoving themselves into her pockets whilst shortening the distances between them. Finding herself just a few feet away, the flower cocked her head to the side a bit, watching the male. “Let’s ease up the tension. Drinks? i don’t know about you, but they always seem a good way to ease up the tension and get people to relax.”