#beyondrepaiir

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my opinion on;

character in general: So here is the thing about TJ it is legit a mix of me and my muse enjoying this character. I love TJ because he is well written and thought out. Where Ray loves him because he is in Indiana (this is  thing for Ray because he at heart is a Indiana boy) and the man BAKES. Ray went to college to be a chef and to be real he respects the hell out people in the culinary fields. how they play them: I love that when I read your character I can hear the voice in my head. I love characters that I am able to have that with. the mun: You are so sweet and I love that I can unwind and be ridiculous with you. 

do i;

follow them: Yes rp with them: Yes. (One od the very few drafts I have gotten done in the last 24 hrs... ) XD want to rp with them: Did and then I was blessed with a thread. ship their character with mine: Not at this time.

what is my;

overall opinion: You’re a fantastic writer and thank you for finding me.

It wasn’t all that often that he rolled back into Indiana, just  for the usually things holidays, births, weddings and in this  case a funeral. Funerals and wakes were hard enough as  is but it overwhelming when you could feel the heaviness of the hearts of those around the room. When the opportunity  arose to slip away unnoticed he did.  Trekking along in his suit, shed the jacket and folging it over  his arm as he walked. It was one of the harder funerals that he  had attended in the last ten years. Not as hard as his papaw’s  or Beth’s but Dene was his Mamaw’s sister-- and she was as much a part of raising him as his grandparents. Pushing his hair back when the wind catch it, he wondered  aimlessly about the town. Bound and determined to not cry.  Dene wouldn’t be impressed if he did, he told himself like a  mantra. To be honest he really hadn’t the time flying by until  he walked into the bakery Dene used to take him in as a child.  Only original piece of the place that was still there and it still  carried and unfamiliarly peaceful gravity to it. 

Red rimmed blue eyes looked over the cases and for a moment  there is was like being six again. This had been one of those places  when he was younger that eventually led him to Chicago where he had studied culinary, if only for a little while. Lost in his thoughts he was drawn back by a sound and his blue eyes rolled upward  glancing through the glass of the case to the man behind it. 

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@beyondrepaiir

@ashesofcaptivity

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@invincibilxs

Bucky elbowed his way through the crowd, practically kicking the door open as he left the busy road in favor of the first doorway he found. The smells of a bakery hit him and he awkwardly looked over at the other man in the room. “Um, do ya mind if I spend some time in here?”