d.f / m.s / s.c

“So, you carry those thin’s around with you? Or do you give ‘em to those who request them?” Rosalina inquired with a small perk of her brow, but never falling in keeping that dimpled grin on her face. “I’m good, ya know. Livin’ my same ‘ol borin’ life. What about you?”

"I mean, the drawing happens on the spot. Napkins and receipts make for a great canvas", Maddox said with a pointed nod. That was kind of true, he could end up doodling on literally anything. "I'm an old man, I have a lot of time to sit in cafes and draw", he added with a shrug.

“i think it’s fine. it’s not like they are going to chew someone’s foot off.” he let out and shrugged a little bit. his dogs were friendly because that’s how they were raised. but running up to random strangers was a bit dangerous for them, that was true. “i tried the harness. they didn’t really like it on them.”

"Or run into traffic", Declan shrugged. His dogs were always tied up, to protect them. He had the most well-behaved dogs in the world, but everything around them was a threat to them. "That's why you train them to."

“ not gonna lie…” nic looked over at the stranger, “ i never saw anything past the first movie. “ he looked out at all the tourists doing the rocky pose at the top of the steps. he hadn’t planned on doing touristy things, but he’d gotten lost walking around the area his hotel was located and ended up here. 

"C'mon. Sure, the first one is the best one, but it's Tobin Bell. You missed Costas Mandylor", Declan said. He was a talker, he could ramble about anything to anyone. He still wasn't at all sure if he was supposed to admit he knew who the guy was. His brother-in-law played for the Red Wings, and the Chicago - Detroit rivalry went far back.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that movie. Nor do I pay for them anymore. At least not since Netflix has been out.” The brunette said as she peered over at him momentarily. “Why’re you asking me?”

"You mean the sequel, right", Declan drew out slowly while stopping to stare at her. Her point was just flying straight over his head now. "You have seen Saw, right? Because I have a weak heart, you can't just go around shocking people like that."

charlotte  paused  in  her  own  scrolling  at  his  question  ,  though  whether  it  were  rhetorical  or  not  ,  she  didn’t  know  ,  so  she  chose  to  leave  .  but  a  moment  later  ,  he  was  speaking  again  ,  teeth  catch  a  lip  before  she’s  shrugging  .     ❝         i  mean  ,  grown  ups  wasn’t  terrible  …  but  i  guess  it’s  sort  of  like  the  rock  ?  you  know  jumping  into  remakes  or  sequels  .   ❞

"Really? Really, a Adam Sandler movie?" Declan said. That was almost amusing, and distracting from scrolling through reddit threads on what the hell Samuel L. Jackson was wearing in the aforementioned trailed. "The Jumanji garbage makes me kind of mad too. With what special effects are these days, they actually could have made a good legit remake."

“Why do they even bother making more of those movies?” she asked, looking over at the man, quickly being stopped from speaking again because he was already talking, “Well, damn. I have to disagree. Chris Rock’s performance in Grown Up 1 and 2? A masterpiece. Madagascar? Spectacular.” she said dramatically.

"Because there needs to be other movies than boring superhero garbage?" he said, shrugging his broad shoulders. He couldn't even remember the last time he was excited about a new movie. Chris Rock should still have nothing to do with Saw. "You're hilarious, dear."

Gabe might have overdone it tonight. This morning? Fuck, what time was it?

The male’s arm lifted as he attempted to focus his stare on the watch at his wrist, but the hands and numbers only swam together enough that he couldn’t decide if it was three or four am. “Doesn’t matter,” Gabe mumbled to himself as the arm dropped away and instead, his focus was on walking. He was positive he was simply imagining how much he weaved back and forth along the sidewalk– it was dark, he couldn’t see! That was the problem. Probably why he couldn’t make heads or tails of the time, too, in fact. After a few moments, those hazel eyes began to observe the many town homes as he passed by, before he came to a complete stop. 

Which one was it? Ah, that one.

With renewed self-assurance, Gabe stumbled up the few steps towards one of the nicer-looking ones and wound up falling against the door. His face squished against it as he groaned briefly, patting down his jeans jacket until he located a set of keys. It took another few seconds before he began to jab keys into the lock one after another– that one didn’t fit, this one fit but wouldn’t turn, and that was the key for his shitty truck that got left behind at the bar tonight. Not because he’d been too afraid to drive home, but because the piece of crap hadn’t started. Again. After many fruitless attempts to find the key, because truth was none of them belonged to Maddox’s house, Gabe slumped into the door once more. “Maddy, hey man..” Pounding on the door now several times. “C’mon, lemme in. I can’t.. My fuckin’ keys– it’s missing,” his said, lips practically kissing the door at this point as he stage whispered through it. @inspiraatio​

"Okay, okay, okay. I'm up." The muttered words came first before he did anything to crawl out from under the mountain of bedding on his bed. Maddox wasn't even bothered by the knocking - his house was really nice, but not terribly big. He lived alone, what the hell did he need space for? So he did hear the knocking, but noises didn't really bother him - Maddox grew up with six siblings, he could sleep through anything. His Frenchie on the other hand could not, and climbing onto his face with a lot of licking was a very strong argument to getting up.

"Buongiorno", Maddox said, pulling the front door open. He didn't give too much thought for how much of Gabe's balance was relying on the door - whether the kid faceplanted or not, possible injuring himself, it didn't look like Maddox was getting to go back to bed any time soon. He wasn't even really that much of an asshole, he really was mostly amused.

alexander had been sitting at a small little outside restaurant as he worked on some things. his laptop on some papers to make sure nothing flew away from him as he typed out an email. he traveled a lot for work and he was working on another thing to be going back and forth from home to the place. he leaned back on his chair, the pen in his hand as he chewed at the bottom of it before he felt his feet being pushed and his dogs that were chilling under his chair had started to run off to some person. he groaned and got up as he went for them. he caught both their leashes and whistled at them, getting them to calm down. “my bad. they really like people and one goes, the other follows.” he let out as he got the small pups to sit in front of him. @loganstarters​

"They're very cute. Hey. Hi, guys", Savannah said. It was just a flip of red hair and she was crouched over to pet the dogs. Her focus was so completely there and not on the guy. Savannah was the biggest dog person, for a person that didn't own any. If only she had the time. "I mean, luckily you came to fetch them because I might’ve never given them back."

London was on break when she spotted the person walking over to her, she was in a fairly public area just outside her shop where she almost sat every time for Lunch. Pulling out her earbuds she started a conversation with the person that now sat beside her; “Catfishes are so weird-… like why make a person but then when the lie gets too big you just kill them off. It’s just so weird and some of the people on this show are so naive. I feel so bad for them” referencing to the show she had open on her mobile she had been watching; “Have you ever been in a situation like that before?” { @loganstarters​ }

“I’ve been accused of catfishing while using my own pictures”, he said while unlocking his phone. He could sit down and check emails and talk all at the same time. Declan was a talker, he really didn’t mind people flagging him down for conversations about anything. Even on topics he would never pick. “Apparently I’m way too hot to need Tinder. Which is a nice compliment, I guess, but still weird”, he said, shrugging his broad shoulders. Technically it was true, he didn’t need the app. He didn’t really even use it, at least not in the sense of actually looking for anything. It just was there. Swiping wasn’t the worst way to kill some time. “Why are you watching Catfish?”

For a girl who used to brag about her ability to cook, she seemed to be doing a lot of ordering out and going to all sorts of restaurants to satisfy her cravings — the pizza in front of her being the much needed meal of the day.  Rosalina sat alone, eyes glued to the cellphone in one hand and a couple fries being raised to her lips with the other. Those same dark eyes shifted up for a moment, catching the sight of a figure that had walked by her and a sense of familiarity hit her. “You ain’t stalkin’ me or anythin’ right?” She said, letting out a laugh to ensure the other knew she was merely joking, “If so, sorry you gotta see me stuffin’ my face like this all the time.” / / @loganstarters​

"No. I just have drawings of people everywhere because people ask me to draw them", Maddox said with a shrug. People actually asked him to draw them unbelievably often. He made his career drawing anthropomorphic ducks, how did people think he was good at drawing people? He really wasn't. "How are you? Aside from the stalking. And stuffing."

— “ i swear, if i have to tattoo another bible verse above someones ass i’m quitting my job and opening up a surf shop back in new zealand. ” with an annoyed sign, griffin scanned the coffee shop’s bar to find the haphazardly closed milk carafe. he’d been so annoyed by his last client that he hadn’t even been properly paying attention to who was standing near him. as usual, that didn’t halt him from his current rant. “ you want a portrait of jesus looking like the hulk? that i can do and far more perfect than anyone else. but no, you go ahead and get your lord is your strength or whatever cliche verse it is right above the place that predominately sits on the toilet. ”  @loganstarters​

"Dude, I stopped tattooing asses years ago", he said with raised brows. He knew that with every tattoo he refused to do, there was someone somewhere that needed the money and that person got their dick to look like an elephant's trunk. He hadn't done walk-ins in years, they weren't the most inspiring work to do and these days, he really didn't have the time to. "There's like one porn star with stars tattooed on his ass, and y'know, that kind of works on me."

London was on break when she spotted the person walking over to her, she was in a fairly public area just outside her shop where she almost sat every time for Lunch. Pulling out her earbuds she started a conversation with the person that now sat beside her; “Catfishes are so weird-… like why make a person but then when the lie gets too big you just kill them off. It’s just so weird and some of the people on this show are so naive. I feel so bad for them” referencing to the show she had open on her mobile she had been watching; “Have you ever been in a situation like that before?” { @loganstarters​ }

“I haven’t reached the online dating for seniors level yet”, he said with an amused hum. He had a whole heard of nieces and nephews to hear about these things from, so the grandpa knew what catfishing was. Unfortunately. “And before that, I was always busy, or married. So no. Have you?”