( PRETTY STRANGER. )
“i wouldn’t call myself BOY, it’s overly cute and an extremely inaccurate description.” but he’s grinning from around the cigarette, narrowing his eyes at her. holding it on the SIDE of his mouth to speak; “god would HATE me anyway.”
“maybe god’s the one with the bad judgement.” it almost sounds sour even if she’s smirking back at him. “so then, clever man, what brings you round here? this place is in the middle of nowhere.”















