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[sorting through some boxes, a flash of confusion passes through Roy’s face for a second before he scoffs and rolls his eyes] Hey, how’s your cooking skills? You want this? [he pulls out a cook book - brand new, a red bow still on it. A gift, probably from his wife. Ex. He lets out a sharp exhale and puts his hands on his hips.] There’s so much crap in here I didn’t know I had.

[crosses her arms across her chest, and rolls her eyes at his question] You really think I cook? [scoffs] No, I don’t want your damn cook book, Roy. [shrugs her shoulders] That usually happens when you move. All of your shit is in one place so its easier to notice all of the crap.  

summer/back to schoolish/back to work moodboard??

Because it’s a stray. I’ve been feeding it and everything but it’s still scared when I try to pet it.

Look at you being a real knight in shining armor. [rolls her eyes] Doesn’t sound like he’s yours if he won’t let you touch him. Why not trick him into a crate and then take him to the shelter?