—— ( ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ғᴀsᴛᴇʀ. )

        ❝not really picking up on the spring ideal. sorta selling         it more as the back alley of an irish pub,      y’know.❞

with one shoulder perching against the door frame she lets her head fall  sideways  at the  personification of  what the cat dragged in, lips puckering into a taut oval as she gestures to the couch.   ❝ yeeeup. all yours.     in fact i’m even more inclined to actually offer a blanket after that unintentional poetry.

              —— hey.   you gonna talk to me now? or are we               gonna swallow it for a late dinner like usual.❞

    the roll of his shoulder shrugs off his slight disappointment, opting for the wall as his     choice of seat for now. one foot kicked up, leaning back with arms folded like one of     those lawn silhouettes. give him a wheat straw and a tipped hat and he’s golden.

    though he should’ve figured this was coming--- no way you just let a stray in with no     words spoke.   head bobs in silent denial, fingers begin tapping rhythmically against     the feel of his sleeve.  still nothing.  not really anything to go by.  she’s crazy,  she’s     kate.   nothing to talk about.   mind’s racing.   heart pumping.   then like it rises, so it     drops,  digits  digging  deep  into  the  crevice  of  his  arm as the missed heartbeats     abscond  through the singe huff blown through flared nostrils.

❝ … just for the record ?

          you’re one of the select few people walking this earth that i’d           actually physically get up & answer the door for at this hour.                                       c’mon. get in. you reek. ❞

        “ hawkma’am, i’m honored.                   anyone ever tell you you’re a saint? because you’re not and                   step the hell aside,  you know my pits EXUDE irish springs.                   getcha the sneak peek inside. ” 

               ;❛ are you kidding me? you literally just compared your mess                    of a room to the PRIDE LANDS? oh my god. magical maid                    mode only exists for one reason. ‘cus YOU KNOW – you know,                    that your room looks and SMELLS like

                       THE ELEPHANT GRAVEYARD. ❜

               “it’s from my med school’s ‘finals’ collection.                 totally exclusive. only released twice a year.”

hunter is brunette sometimes in weeds? :)

i would almost prefer a brunette but every one i look through looks entirely too handsome or thick to really suit this idiot