get ready for betty.

    · ❛ the fuck are y— ❜     though he sees an opportunity in this. better than spending his own cash that he really needed for recreational use. brow cocked at the girl as he studied her. thick glasses and braces, questionable clothing choices; she looked just like the kids he’d pressure into doing drugs in high school for the hell of it. arms fold across his chest as six foot tall figure peers down at her,    ·❛ .. why?  y’gonna get me a new one or something?  i was really lookin’ forward to eatin’ it. uh poppyseed, right? ❜    

WELL THAT’S warmed her icy heart ( not that it was really all too icy to begin with. ) “seriously? that’s a DICK move. who told you that?” 

“WELL, I don’t app-”     good god. she’s arguing with a butterfly.    “i’m sorry, you know what you’re wearing, right?” 

   “REMEMBER when i told you that when you TALK it makes people sad?” 

            was that… too mean?   ( @mcdegirl· - HB2 starters ) 

“well you know what? that’s just mean. and i don’t appreciate your tone.” 

‟      um ,       ”       he says ,  grimacing slightly in  sympathy  as he takes the coffees from the man at the cart before handing one to betty .       ‟     well that’s a whole  can of worms ,   we don’t have enough time for me to say   e v e r y t h i n g  wrong with ohio  …  but i don’t think your blouse is  anything  like ohio .  i like it .        ” 

"i like it too! sometimes i think people forget that’s important.” she shrugs, accepting the coffee in her free hand as fingers pluck at the hem of said garish blouse. “that’s the thing about fashion, it’s just people telling you what you SHOULD like. and for the record, i like ohio. did you know that ohio had the first traffic light in america? that’s cool.”