#dcymcres

"i need your help."mild irritation laces the brunettes rushed words when she approaches him. this isnt the type of thing najida would ever ask of jair. this was work typically carried out with daevyon in tow, but a swift change in plans left her without a lookout and she wasnt missing the opportunity to upgrade her vehicle with such a rare part. "whatever you want, its yours. i just need you to say yes, and try not to ask too many questions, if you can manage that."

"oh god, you're so fucking cute. c'mere." she scooted towards her, giddily. sure, there was a mischievous look in her eyes, but when did riot ever seem innocent? it's not like she had bad intentions! but the other was just so pretty and riot really wanted her to let loose. "it tastes like strawberries, i swear. it doesn't smell like skunk, and it honestly goes down so smooth." putting the pen to her lips, riot took a small hit and then let the vapor float from her lips slowly.

"honestly, your lack of self-preservation is actually quite the turn-off..." she bites back, though it is far from the truth. scarlett looks forward to the day when someone feels bold enough to go toe-to-toe with her dad. "that motorbike won't be able to get you outta here fast enough,"

"Question, do you have a date for the wedding? And no, I'm not offering my services, but someone else's." // @dcymcres

The place smelled like everything good in the world as he stepped through the door and looked around. Spotting the woman behind the counter, his smile grew as he walked right up -- hands pressing down on the granite as he leaned forward a little. "Hi, I need to order... like... nine dozen desserts.. for ah.. this weekend..." Sure, he always delivered on his promises, but he was also very last minute. Evan was also very, very vague.

all miles sees is r e d , the second his fist collides with the other's face he quickly shakes off his wrist . ' jesus fuck ! —— ouch ... i think i just saved you , i mean fuck kissing this guy ... his face is like a brick . ' / closed starter for @dcymcres

she lingers near the doorway as the last students trickle out, death gripping her backpack straps. when the professor shuts his laptop with a sharp click, she blurts to the whiteboard behind him ... “ so. hypothetically. if someone… over participated in an off campus seminar… ” converse scuff the floor as she inches toward their desk, voice lowering to a strained whisper. she could still feel their lips on her neck . " — would that, like… negatively impact their participation grade? or… ”