#coffincakes

Trick or treat peeps! 🎃👻💀

We're just dying for cake ⚰️    

Jade: -reaches over to pet my cat, rocket, "accidentally" grabs my boob instead. -

Me: what are you doing-

Jade: oh that's- yup that's not the cat

Me: -got groped by best friend because my boobs are apparently the same size as the cat-

-awkward silence fallowed by our awkward laughter-

Me: s-so was it good for you cause-

Gautier frowned, his eyes darting back and forth across the hot Mojave sand. It was starting to get later than he'd like. Being away from the safety and familiarity of Freeside always set his teeth on edge, and he didn't like venturing too far into uncharted territory.

But this was the only place he ever saw the Fiend, and he was actually pretty cool to talk to. Sure, he wasn't the best or safest person, but he always seemed to have food for him and the conversation wasn't bad. It was rare for him to find anyone he actually wanted to talk to. That was enough to keep him swinging around occasionally.