where is my mind ✩

♥ — “Which is why many just stick to Ms. DeWitt or Rose. I don’t mind either.”

"A redhead named Rose, life doesn't get more perfect than that,                                         so, Rose, what brings you to these parts?"

♥ — “Why, I thank you, Tara. I’m Rose. Rose DeWitt-Bukater, but Rose works just as well.”

"I'm not going to lie that is an impossible last name, to remember"

♥ — “Funny how that is the question many ask. Yes, it is. I rather like it.”

"It's something wonderful, unique it's not hard to like it--                                                                       I'm Tara" 

♥ — “Staring isn’t kind, you know.”

"I'm sorry---I didn't mean to.                     It's just, your hair color, is it real?"

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                [ actually quite refreshing, but she won’t say that. ]

[ confused stare and Buck takes another swig from the bottle ]          Yeah, sure--whatever ya say, pretty lady.

      [ and the staring doesn’t stop. ]

.....What? There something on my face? [ soft hands pap at her chin and eyes narrow ]

(pls keep the credits intact)

"My name is Tara, by the way" A hand is offered but she'll understand if it's not shaken, a small smile, and she pushes some hair out of her face. How long could they go on about morning routine, before the conversation died and they'd simply go their opposite ways at least they'd know each other properly formally now.

[ impressive stare, to be honest. ]

I might be mini,             but I am Buck,                      and I will fuck you up. [ a slam of the bottle onto the table with a cheer ]

[ yet, it’s passed anyway. ]

Hell, girl, size don't matter--               As long as ya know how to use it. [ hands grip it and a long chug is taken ]