#answer tbt

The candy bag tossed her way is none other than milk bottles, their wrapper unopened and unspoiled but clearly intended as a joke on her costume's part. "Thought the kitty cat deserved a treat, but just this one night only. Careful when you come creeping back into my territory, girl."

❝   remind   me,   ❞   our   ex-soldier   had   already   discerned   why.   it   was   cute   in   her   own   way   how   she   consciously   wished   to   be   such   a   pleasant   samaritan,   much   so   that   the   quest   —   in   his   eyes   at   the   very   least      —   felt   rather   pointless.   ❝   why   are   we   wasting   time   fighting   beasts   for   bread   .   .   .   ❞   luscious   lips   parted   as   homage   to   an   audibly   loud   sigh.   he   had   to   play   the   part,   appear   uninterested,   even   if   his   heart   compelled   him   to   behave   differently.

“   listen , i am a good driver , steve.      and don’t give me that speeding crap from before.      you were the one screaming at me in the back seat like a girl.      besides , did you die ?      did i crash the car ?!   ”

  @zombieled    he's suddenly rushed by a strong smell that can throw any unsuspecting head back.   a scrunched nose with a hesitance to see what was in it.  whatever it was was pungent  and  thick to the point he can practically feel it on his tongue.    ❛    eugh !  ❜      he  would  drop it if she hadn’t harshly handed it all to him and nearly knocked the air out of his lungs again  ( a common theme with liz.  )  

     ❝ ahhhhhh ——— sure would appear that way, no ? ❞ it’s rather obvious whose shirt it truly belongs to; fabric of the deepest violet, soft beneath her palms as turns away from mirror she had been admiring herself in, appreciating how the color POPS ! against dark skin, as well as the smell of sweetened smoke and the sharpness of MAGIC, purely mal, that wafts around her, sends heart to flutter. a single spin, an over dramatic pose as a kiss is pressed to fingertips and blown in fey’s direction; caught red-handed, not that she cared in the slightest. ❝ i think it suits me, don’t you, cher ? ❞