ʀ ᴀ ᴅ ɪ ᴄ ᴀ ʟ

                  Her voice is just as matter-of-factly as she spoke, actually                   the faint hint of a smile playing along her lips and in her                    words. A thing almost terrifyingly often happening around                    him, but she can’t find herself to bother much. And that                   should be weird and scaring, but it isn’t. Not at all. 

                  She finds herself to actually be on almost the same height                   now as he is, still standing on the steps, in fact even a tiny                   bit taller — so it’s an easy task to wrap her arms around                   his shoulders without moving down. And her smile might                   grow a bit further on it. A small bit.

      ”But it’s easier if you throw them on the wall.         Or on people, but I don’t know if the rule with        the sticking-when-good works then.” 

    One of the very things Andy loved about her was her      mysterious factor, funnily enough, that confused everyone but      himself. Though, admittedly, seeing April smile was more      rewarding. However, he wouldn't be in this relationship if he      didn't adore her completely, smiling or otherwise. Every inch      of her. It was her differences that pulled them together but their      likenesses, as subtle and to the core they may have been, that      kept them together, and more importantly, totally and ridiculously      in love. 

     Sea green eyes followed the petite figure's features up during      the silence, an utter shade of adoration and sincere affection      taking control of his stare in the way he looked at her. Andy      grinned, softly as she wrapped around him and placed her lips      to his forehead, leaving a faint, heart shaped mark from perfectly      posed and pink lips on his skin.

          “Ha, ha, yeah, me either,” he chuckled his signature chuckle,           but before long, the seed of an idea she had unknowingly           planted into his highly suggestible mind began to grow,           and with it, his expression to fade into wonder.

          “Oh my God, Babe,” he said as though a metaphorical light           bulb could be expected to flick on above his head, a new grin           of intense shock and awe beginning to take over his lips.

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     ❝  sir        i have a very, very important question        to ask you :: are anchovies extinct yet ?   ❞ 

          The man gave a shiver that radiated throughout his           body and facial features, disgusted by the mere           thought of one of those slimy little baby sized fish           sliding down his throat, verbalized in the form of           many repulsive groans.

                “Those things are wicked nasty.” 

"——tons of it."

              Oh, he is not mad. His temper is completely under check, he               is used to be the villain by now. A sigh escapes his lips -a small               outlet, if you will-  and he sits on the chair, waiting for the shoe               shine. His temper was completely under check –––– until that one               thing was brought to light again. The auditor’s voice alters, his               features showing mild distress.

              ❝ It was a winter sports complex, and I was eighteen! It seemed               like a pretty good idea at the time! Dammit, I made a mistake,               alright? We all make mistakes! I was eighteen! Do you know how               young that is? I should not have been ruling a town! I was stupid! ❞ 

    Andy's eyes went wide with an impressed yet taken aback      curl of his lips as his stare searched for the spectating lenses      nearby. He made contact, a slightly amused look on his features      that personified the word, "YIKES" for a brief moment before he      returned to the frazzled man in the midst of his episode. He had      already begun the shining process, the brush moving about the      right shoe slowly and rather distractedly. However, the awkward,      uncomfortable feeling that came with the other's massive over-      sharing was short lived, as he found it more amusing than      unsettling.

     “So you did what now? You ruled a town when you were eighteen?      Ha-ha! That is stupid. Wait, so ... you were a dictator? Oh my God...      Leslie was right.... 

   “Babe. I would love you even if you had      two noses for arms. Okay I don't actually      know about that, I'd probably divorce you,      honestly. But you don't, so it's good!