#000

            bobby really was good at the puppy eyes as all people knew. he was that guy that not even carol or tommy h could fully be mean to. it tugged at your heart strings. also, you had to acknowledge that, you know, he was a god damn beast. six foot five of solid muscle. “she can be something else,” he knew she was rude but she had her good points, too. bobby did see the good in everyone. “do i have to climb through a window? let me tell you, i’m not the best at that. too---...big,”

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              he’ll reach over to clap the other on the back, hand lingering for a moment before falling back to his side. “thanks for the compromise, buddy.” he’ll take it at this point. maybe he’ll weasel magnus into going to one of his games because he goes back to...wherever he is from. “you think so? well, i don’t feel as weird about it. carol always gives me crap about it,” then again, carol isn’t necessarily the nicest girl around but she was still a friend. “so, i’ll try to get over to your house by ten, okay? the latest.”

            he doesn’t mean to do it! he understands that football isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. he understands no one wants to really watch basketball, either. people go to sporting events because it’s the cool thing to do. “if i get done early i can come over still, right?” he almost looks and sounds sheepish. he’ll give a chuckle at the comment of the food of american royalty. “it is good to dip them in your shake, yeah. some people think i’m crazy for liking it, though.” cue a smile gracing his features again. “sounds like a---...good time,” figures date is probably a word he shouldn’t use.

i literally have five browsers open so i can rp on five different blogs i’m not even sorry

well shit people gotta entertain my ass cause i work nights this entire weekend and gotta stay up

           “honestly, it’s fine.” his words are gruff as he applies pressure against a wound he had on his side. he doesn’t really remember where he got it. remembers trying to break up a fight and someone briefly saying, ‘he’s got a knife!’. bobby didn’t really feel it. it felt like a sting and very brief. like getting stung by a bee after you pull the stinger out.  “it doesn’t even hurt. i’m fine.” // open rp

            aaaaand he’s up. the six foot five jock is back up to his feet, rubbing at his eyes as if it was just a short nap. “two hours?” he’ll murmur, blinking to wake himself up before running his hands through wild, blonde curls. “shit. i’ve missed english. again.” maybe this was planned. he did hate that class more than others. “thanks for wakin’ me up, i guess. i tend to just fall asleep sometimes,”

bobby vc: i love my weird foreign bf

          he’s fallen asleep somewhere he shouldn’t. just in the gym, sitting on the bleachers. now, he’s sprawled out awkwardly, his head lolled back. it’s normal for the big guy to pass out randomly due to his narcolepsy but this is just embarrassing. why? gym class ended two hours ago. no one has woken the poor guy up! // @bluecroquet 

these icons are such a bobby aesthetic.