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Christmas Mistletoe.

Ty grabbed Ee’s wrist, slowing him down to a stop.  They were on their way to the store and decided to take their time through the park across the street that had been lit up with the holiday lights.  It was all so grossly festive and even if he wouldn’t admit it out loud, Ee really enjoyed the decorations.  

He expected to see the blond out of breath (unlikely as their strides were nearly the same) or that he had dropped something on the ground and needed to go back, so when he turned around he opened his mouth to hiss out what? but was surprised to see how close he was.

“Yo, is there… something… wrong…?”Ee’s words trailed off as Ty loomed over him, the distance closing with each passing second, and it wasn’t until they were truly close like this that Ee could tell that the other was slightly taller. The loose hairs from under his hat brushed gently against Ee’s face and Ty still had a good grip on his wrist. He was caught so off guard that he didn’t bother to fight against the kiss.  

It was brief, filled with a nervous playfulness that could only be expected from his friend and Ty pointed upwards at the woven green archway and the small green and red mistletoe that hung there. 

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YOU BROKE THE FIRST RULE SO IMMA BREAK THE SECOND!Are you back from vacation yet cause Ee has been plotting how to take Tyrell’s BV and he’s gonna fuck him senseless JSYK

    These were some good days.  London was but a new place to be and for Maxxie, it was but a great opportunity for him to find himself in this city.  He could further his education or audition for plays and musicals.  Eventually he had to find out for himself if he was good enough, and if he wasn’t yet, to the standards of the professional arts, he’d sure as hell get better at it.  The problem was, he had no clue where everything was.  But he wasn’t going to start the morning without his fresh hot tea.  What he wasn’t expecting that day was bumping into another man and almost spilling his drink on him.

As he approached the man that was choking on his own blood, Ee noticed two things– 1. Shit he was still alive? Another single shot reverberated down the street– 2. Were those bite marks on his neck?

No, they were too large to just be simple bite marks, it looked as if entire chunks of the man were missing. He looked down the street towards the house where his comrade was beginning to shuffle out and wondered– was there a dog in there too?

Stuffing the gun into the back of his pants unceremoniously, Ee hoisted the now dead body up to his shoulder and started to walk back, a slew of questions and insults gearing to be fired. Maneuvering as if he’d done this a million times, he deftly opened the back seat of the car and tossed the body onto the already prepared plastic sheeting, pushing it farther in when he noticed parts of the man’s fingers were missing too. He leaned on the car door furrowing his brow, trying to think of some explanation for the state of the victim.

“Hey, do they have a dog up there? Cause this guy has got some pretty weird bites on ‘im, like… Chunks of ‘im missin’-” as Ee turned to face the man he suddenly remembered in his haste to get out of the car, he spilled his Carmel coffee drink down the side of his pants and his wonderment about the state of the man was only matched by his petty rage, “listen here asshole, give me some kind of warning or some shit before you start accidentally letting hits run out into the street. Huh? What if he’d gotten away? Now my shit’s going to be sticky– AND I’m covered in blood– what the fuck were you doing up there anyway? It took you twice as long as normal AND you let this piece of shit get out?”

Ee narrowed his eyes, suddenly curious if the other was coming down from whatever weekend high he was having and the anger dissipated slightly into a concern – was everything else back in the house fine? Was HE fine? He grabbed a moist towelette from the console of the car and tried to wipe the blood off his neck that just seemed to smear and make it worse. With an angry sigh, he tossed it in the back with the body and whipped around.

“I’m going back in there, I hate to have to /double check your work/ because you do some fucked up shit sometimes -give me goddamn nightmares- but I don’t want to have to explain to the boss why this shit is on the news again. Wait, did you ever answer if there was a dog inside?”

{❤️}; After deciding to go to a party from a certain customer he had conversations with in his boutique, and declining the offer, he had no other choice but to give in when the customer asked to donate a few designs for a silent auction that would be going on and the money be used for charity work.

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Icon:  uh no | nice | YO THAT BORDER IS HOT DAMN | i’m salivating | LEMME KISS IT

URL:  uh no | nice | the void like my soul | i’m salivating | LEMME KISS IT

Theme:  uh no | nice | pretty cute | i’m salivating | im always a slut for cool bg pics

Posts:  uh no | nice | pretty cute | i’m salivating | LEMME KISS IT

Writing:  uh no | nice | mmM NICE | i’m salivating | LEMME KISS IT

Following:  sorry no | yesSSs | following this bae forever

Δ : stuck on a roof together

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Annoying. This guy seriously had issues. He had trapped her on the bus the other day, to make them talk. She had told him, probably a little too much. But now. Now they were stuck on a roof together, the ladder had accidentally been kicked down while Tyrell had followed her onto the roof. Perhaps it had been on purpose. Either way, it was pretty dark outside. As such, it was cold. Naturally that was just her luck.

“You really are an idiot.”