#de2thletter

"That's why you're not working with them." Sarcasm, or the ease of oversimplification?

[ sent ] ⸺ alright ill rescue you

"hey, kid." his voice is soft, even, nudging the other with his hand in attempts to wake him up. "don't puke on my couch, alright? just 'cause you're hungover, doesn't mean i'm gonna be cool with it. only people i've been inside and people i made get to puke on that couch."

layers and layers of wool coats and ribbed knits. big fan of turtlenecks and oversized sweaters and knee high socks. mostly neutral colours and muted shades (which is typical of her regardless of the season, but she occasionally will have a bit more colour during spring/summer). she's not a big fan of patterns but she is big on textures. think (again) ribbed knits, wool, velvet, tweed. i threw in what i picture a holiday party dress would be for her too.

@de2thletter liked for a starter !

         there are better ways to go about this.  she could send a text,  announce that she sees him.  she could make herself noticable,  for it's not hard for people to be drawn to her when  BETTY COOPER WANTS TO BE SEEN  ( veronica taught her well ).  alas,  the two have found themselves in california,  near the city of angels,  and though betty herself has been called such  -  it takes a bit more work to stand out in a city filled with those like you.  the blonde takes into consideration the fact she's grown up with him,  and he her,  so even if the california september weather is a bit too  WARM  for her liking,  her and jughead had truly never had such a thing called  personal space,  had they ?   " i found you. "   and okay,  yeah,  she definitely coulda been  NICER  than sneaking up behind him in the movie theatre lines,  jellybean somewhere else,  she's sure.  hands land on his shoulders,  giving a light squeeze,  hopefully he recognizes her touch the way she does his.  to anyone else,  it would be flirty;  and perhaps it was,  and betty cooper found herself  flirting with death  more often than not.  " what're we watchin', jug ? i hope it's a slasher. "   what ?  it was september.  the entire month was basically halloween's eve.  a girl has needs !  and besides,  what a way to start a conversation between werewolf and werewolf hunter  after months of seeing each other,  no ?  

❝ m good. ❞ still maeve takes a moment, making no effort to push herself up quite yet as brown eyes only half open.  ❝ you know,  there's easier ways to tell me I've got on your nerves than barely disguised 'try knock maeve down' sessions. we could just go bowling. ❞   it's a joke,  a low one,  pushing self up to elbows with tired sigh.  ❝ not to be a cliche,  but I'm more of a dancer than a fighter. ❞

“Is there enough for seconds?”