Apr 1, 2016
❛ do you know how to get red wine out of shirts? i spilled half a fucking bottle on my uniform and i am so fucked if i don’t get this shit out. ❜
----- @coffinraids
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❛ do you know how to get red wine out of shirts? i spilled half a fucking bottle on my uniform and i am so fucked if i don’t get this shit out. ❜
----- @coffinraids
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Lydia was in a crazed haze with bags under her eyes and voices running madly though her head. “Can you do me a favor...?” She leaned forward, hands shoved in her pockets. Her fingers brushed against her pocket knife and she licked her lips. “I want you to eat someone... In front of me.”
“Please tell me you haven’t eaten yet, I have a gift for you.”
She was busy, fingers brushing across pages that seemed older than time itself. The tiny girl, brown hair in waves around her shoulders and face. She pays no attention to her surrounds-- that was Kal’s job. Her green eyes stayed downcast while his sharp blues were constantly on the move.
Her head didn’t come up until his rough voice snapped her attention from the text, finger paused where her eyes had left off. “-- What do you want, ghoul.” The last word is a snarl from his lips and he glares at her. The small girl reaches up and grabs hold of his shirt and whispers something to him in a foreign language before turning to the girl. “Ignore him, he’s cranky and hungry. Speaking of-- what are you doing around here? Nothing of substance for you in this cafe.”