sign me up, no regrets

Thick, expressive eyebrows raise in interest. “Oh? They did that one song, didn’t they…Kanye? You know, I wanna be like Kanye, I be the king of me all day… Or is that someone else?” His head cants to the side as he turns his body towards the source of the noise. It might have seemed odd to strike up conversation with a perfect stranger, but the speaker had been kind enough to answer and the boy considered himself outgoing. “I’m afraid I’m not very good at following this kind of stuff. This song isn’t too bad though.:

november: well.........i'm going to say 2

november: i feel like it's a decision that should be thought out some more. think of it as adopting a child that will never grow up

charlie: well i hope you wouldn't get a dog as bad as Brexit :PPP

charlie: jk jk my answer of course has to be to get the dog because pets are wonderful

charlie: i've been wanting a cute lil pup myself, but it'd have to wait until i move out probably

addy: could you imagine?????

There was something soothing about music shops. Second only to bookstores, the tall male felt at ease there. It was the same feeling he used to get stepping onto the freshly-cut grass of the football field in anticipation of a match. Instead of the cheers of the crowd and the laughter of his peers, there was the crooning vocals of up-and-coming artists or fresh musicians who had their demons played in indie stores in hopes of striking gold with a label. Currently, he was between the aisles, unsure of which section he was in specifically. It didn’t matter either, he was here to hear their playlist. It changed up daily, always consisting of little-known, incredible music. The current song made his insides feel like they were twisting in the most incredible way, like winter was scraping its teeth against his ribs. With a contented sigh, he spoke, loud enough for anyone near him to hear him, “What’s this song? It’s quite good.”

pip: google says that dog is a good boy!

pip: i would say so long as he's not gonna be neglected + you have the time, money, and space, GO FOR IT!

addy: a very good boy!

november: i don't get the question..

addy: ...on a scale of 1 to 10 how bad should i get a dog? like finding oreos is obviously the 10 bc that's the best? and brexit was fucking shit so that's obviously the 1.

pip: omg i can't believe brexit is an option. i don't fuck with brexit!

pip: what kind of dog! and on a scale of harry styles to me when i wasn't able to work, how financially prepared are you to own said dog?

addy: a shetland sheepdog!!

addy: heLp!

when he reaches the small section of books, he starts thumbing through books. he hums under his breath, and he finds two books about the type of dog, which, okay, that’s a little peculiar, but alright. he grabs them both. they’re small, paperback books, and he tilts his head as he holds them out to her. “they’re good dogs. i’ve had one before. the books are like, seven dollars each, but you can flip through them and see if you prefer one over the other?” he smiles at her, shrugging a shoulder. “it’s kind of funny that we have any. weird that we have two.”

neil: i am not cute

neil: it's okay to be scared. i'm terrified all the time.

addy: i was calling the ghostie cute

addy: but i would also say that you're soo too, so

winter: i will write a poem in your honor or something

winter: not that i'm a poet really

winter: i will sign it

winter: ....

addy: no one has ever written me something before!

addy: my heart

addy: thank u for your participation, think you can get ollie to sign it too?

HADLEY: i wouldn't feel worthy of wearing it!!! there are probably so many people who are sweeter, but that's lovely, so thank you. but yeah i mean i guess it is? i just. yeah. idk. my mum was hurt and then sunny was hurt and something bad happened to charlie and to nova and i just wanna gather everyone up and take care of them!!! you know?

winter: sorry, love xx

winter: the neighborhood watch should just be called neil watch tbh

winter: don't tell no lies

addy: ugh that took so many tips ):

addy: hella true, i'll make a petition.

neil: you can hear or see it but i am sighing.

neil: i didn't know you were afraid.

addy: i don't know why the ghostie is c u te

to see a genuine smile on will was a rare and fragile sight. but even when smiling will had a way of being somehow completely unreadable. nonetheless, he emits something effervescent, a glowing ball of subtle light even in moments of seeming completely unable to interpret. “ i think i’ve grown tired of people comparing people to things in the sky and things in the ground. ” will chimes in with a breathy laugh, his hands gesturing vaguely before he continues. “ you know what i mean, right ? so many writing pieces and poems i read lately have something to do with that. people compare their lovers to stars, planets, the sun, the moon, and clouds. or it’s flowers, trees, leaves, and grass. i see it all the time. it makes me wonder whatever happened in the middle to make people focus on just way up or way down. am i making any sense ? ” the boy laughs again, hues of honey brown squinting, his expression remaining content but wandering. “ i sound bloody mental, don’t i ? ”

when greer hears the response, a small laugh falls from his lips. “dogs?” he questions, tilting his head to the side. he hums and then nods his head toward the corner. “follow me.” it’s hard not to laugh to himself, because he has people come in and ask for all kinds of books, but hardly ever do people come in for books about dogs. plus, he’s really tired, so like, everything’s funny. once they reach the stack of books, he turns to the girl and grins, “what are you looking for? like, what kind of dog? dogs?” 

neil: don't call me kneel

neil: mm. i know the feeling. you're okay now?

addy: too late that's what your contact name is. with a cute little ghost emoji sticking out its tongue.