#1994hrs

“It’s as if I really have luck for bumping in with foreigners in Korea...” Her American accent flowed smoothly, lips pressed in a thin line before grinning. “Don’t tell me you’re lost.”

chris: hey, remember how i basically saved your life?

chris: what would you think about returning the favour?

i dont have a wishlist but can i have a starter?

[ sms: star ] ew what the hell. [ sms: star ] taco bell is so nasty. [ sms: star ] no. we’re getting you some real mexican food. be there in 10.

Like hell Harry was going to let his friend eat that food. No. So with a quick swerve of his car, he headed around a corner and started driving towards his friend’s home instead.

[ text — Hairry* ] dont judge me im desperate & alone [ text — Hairry* ] as if u’d be any bit of graceful eating take out    [ text — Hairry* ] !!! oh !!! [ text — Hairry* ] r u taking me out to eat!! ur the best ;n; 

"That you feel no pain. Seriously, man. I have tattoos too but you," Harry motions his hand towards the other male, brows raising just a bit, "you have far more than me. How did you manage? I love getting tattoos but sometimes it hurts."

Send a ♒ and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours!

48. Those pants make your ass look great.

    With her chin resting into her palm Natasha watches Harry walk past and into her kitchen. After reminding him he can go ahead and help himself to her fridge he goes ahead while her puppy trails behind him. The dancer couldn’t remember why he had come over but she was grateful for his presence still. As she sat on her couch, elbow on the armrest, watching her little husky bounce around behind the tall male Natasha tried to think of watch she could offer to keep her visitor occupied and not bored. 

    Conversation was risky waters due to her never ending failure to understand social cues properly. Natasha thought about offering movies or maybe games and was lost in her head until Harry had returned with his drink and her pup. As he walked past Nova tried to pounce the backs of Harry’s legs which brought Natasha’s attention to them and her eyes just wandered up without meaning to. For lack of anything better to say she blurts out what’s on her mind - which isn’t irregular for her since that’s how she functions.