HEY PRINCESS.

He actually LAUGHS at that. It’s forced and heavy but he curves it with a giggle.

“TRIED, sure.  It’d be like biology class.  Except you’d be in for  a BIG surprise–  in more ways than ONE.”

Hidden eyes blink as he watches the woman, lips pursing for a moment.

“Red velvet ??    Seriously ??   That’s all y’ got ?”

The Merc gave a sigh.

“I’ll have you know my ass  walked into one of MY   missions. YOU just happened  t’ be in the SAME room.”

       ❝ you know -- i don’t think may would care much for BIOLOGY. ❞

    her head shakes, lips pursing at him. ❝ melinda may is the kind who goes for pain. ❞ okay, and maybe she’s acting too much. whatever. may’s not here to glare at her for her actions.

         ❝ it was either that or rip-off spider-man. i didn’t want to get too offensive. ❞

      daisy tilts her head, arms crossing as she takes a few steps. for the view. 

                     ❝ huh.

          wide eyes landed on the dark haired woman. kara’s cheeks became warm at the interaction. the other woman seemed somewhat annoyed her with, and she had also complimented her. it was a disastrous combination for kara’s anxiety. “oh. i’m sorry; i think you dropped this.” kara held out a small trinket she had found lying on the sidewalk. thinking it had been dropped by this woman, she had ran ahead to give it back, and now she wondered if she had been wrong.

            “ not this early in, no. we don’t want to contaminate the crime scene right now. this is the most important part, we need to take samples and the like. ”

              ❝  Good cause dinner’s already ready.                  Yeah sure, paper plates sound good? ❞

          “ you want to know what i think ?? “ megan murmured. the stranger probably didn’t, but she wasn’t ready to care, caring was not on her agenda. it was barely past five and yet she had already broken the seal on a bottle of cider, but the crushing boredom of staying at home had forced her out into the quaint little bar. megan had made the mistake of her sitting too close to the window, catching sight of two mothers pushing prams, their clothing disturbingly identical. moments later, she hadn’t been able to stop herself, “ i think the reason why women have children is conformity. they dress their babies straight out of the pages of magazines, they wear the same yoga pants that JOAN from pilates bought on the high street, they talk about the same things over and over. conformity. lobotomy via womb, “

@relativeterms​ + mixed starter call

Owen has a few guesses as to what went wrong—The first, and perhaps the most obvious, is that her date to the dance stood her up. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wonders why. Who would stand up a girl like her? Well, maybe he’s the lucky one here. 

“I don’t, but I think there’s still some in grandma’s liquor cabinet,” He grabs a step stool from the corner by the door to the garage and plops in down in front of the oven. Opening the cabinet doors above the microwave, he rummages around until he finds the bottle in question. 

“She likes to think that because it’s all up there that I don’t know about it and won’t get to it,” He says as he hops off of the stool and fishes two shot glasses out of another cabinet. 

“Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence, Claire,” He presents her with one of the glasses. “High school sucks. Why d'you think I wanna graduate early?” 

        she tugs at her hair as disappears, looking around his living room. claire’d been in the room a million times, but she was always distracted by something owen or his siblings were doing. this was one time she could actually take the time to just look at it. it was nice, really.

                  what a good job you’re doing distracting yourself, claire.

          ❝ i’ll take it, ❞ she says with a whine in her voice, head tilting up to look at the ceiling. tonight was supposed to be fun, you know?? karen had told her that PROM was one of the best nights of her life. and yet ... tonight had been nothing but a night full of losses. 

      ❛ yeah, they are —— but don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.  my mom hates it when i eat too much mcdonalds. ❜  a small laugh will leave her lips as she watches the other female reach for it.

                    “The big guns, huh? – Fine. Go ahead, I’m listening, armor. What do you need from me this time? Clearly can’t be my charm and my pretty face seeing how you already get plenty of that on a daily basis.”

@relativeterms  || Starter Call !

“So, what brings you here? You know, this is not a friendly place. We should go back while we can.”

He’s caught off guard by the sudden sensation of he cold water for a fraction of a second. He just closes his eyes and lets it roll right off. Like…well, water off a duck’s back. Once it’s mostly done falling, he gets closer to her and runs a hand through his hair, causing droplets to go everywhere. 

“Is that the best you’ve got, Dearing