ⁱ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ⁱ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰⁱˢ

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄. / 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 (𝟒𝟒𝟒𝟒)

slipping her hands in her pockets to give herself something to do, she looked away nervously. “I don’t think so. I haven’t been here long enough to have any enemies. I mean… this time anyway.” she resisted the urge to over explain. the man was a stranger. it seemed silly to be speaking to him now that she thought it through again. sunny looked back at the large scratch on the car as if turning away would somehow change the predicament she was in. as she watched rooney light his cigarette, sunny leaned against the body of her car. her body suddenly felt heavy and exhausted. she wasn’t a smoker by any means but her entire day was now shot to hell. “hey, can I try one?” 

noticing the nervous disposition, rooney quirked a thick eyebrow, smoke dancing from his nostrils. i mean... this time anyway. interesting answer, he’d briefly thought; had she enemies? what did she do? nosey by nature, rooney bit his tongue to hold back any further questions and instead he watched her, analysing the little movements she made; leaning against her car, sighing, fidgeting, until---hey, can i try one?

glancing at his cigarette, the boy paused. try? “never smoked before?” he asked, plucking one from his packet. handing it over to the brunette along with his lighter, he tilted his head. “must’ve been a bad day for you,” rooney concluded, trying to soften the smile on his face.

there wasn’t much to do when, now that being an adult and living out in north carolina on his own, most—if not all—of his friends were working, so here rooney was, taking a walk with his airpods in. with his head down and brown, almost puppy-like eyes focusing on his phone, it came as a bit of a surprise when he heard a voice over his music and he lifted his head, brows furrowed slightly as he wondered if the question was directed at him. funnily enough, it had been. “eh,” he spoke, already a small hint of a spanish accent dripping from the beginning of his speech, “i didn’t, no. you made some enemies here?” rooney questioned, a light smirk on his face as he began to light a cigarette that hung carefully from his lips.

* ARON PIPER, CIS MALE + HE/HIM ——— you know ROONEY SENNA, right? they’re 23, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, THREE YEARS? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to UPSIDE DOWN BY NOTHING.NOWHERE like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole RIDING A BICYCLE AT SUNRISE, WAKING SUDDENLY FROM A DREAM & HAVING A DAYDREAM GAZE thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is JULY 15TH, so they’re a CANCER, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( d, 24, gmt, she/her )