Get smooch-boop

love ya /p /fam

Morning, get grabbed lmao

Location: the Delacorte Theatre

Monroe brought Karou and Sarai with her to the theatre. She couldn’t quite put a finger on it, or maybe she could she just didn’t want to, but she felt more comfortable with them by her sides when she went out. They were fully trained as service dogs, she had just never intended for them to assist her, but they knew the commands to make space around her in a crowd and alert her if she was being followed. She got there early, in case there was an issue bringing the dogs in, but the ushers were surprisingly pleasant and she got in without a problem.

She staked out a good spot for her blanket and set up to wait for Milo. She dug into the bottom of her bag and pulled out the simple black burner phone he had given her. Sighing she typed out two simple messages.

[text] Happy?

[text] Have a spot on the grass, look for the girls.

Sliding it back into its place she resolved herself to wait patiently for him to arrive, people watching as the theatre started to fill.

GUYS IM SO EXCITED HCNCKSLSNDMFJD

Monroe didn’t start her run with a destination in mind, just let her feet pound pavement until all she could hear, all she could think, was one foot in front of the other and the steady beat of her heart. She ran til she was exhausted and her legs were trembling with the exertion, stopping for a break she plopped down on some steps and rested her arms on her knees to catch her breath. Once she got her heart rate back down to its normal resting rate she leaned back and drank her water, finally taking a moment to take in her surroundings and was pleasantly surprised to find herself on Milo’s steps. It barely took two taps for her phone to start dialing his number, and she waited impatiently for him to pick up.    “Hey there sunshine, hope you aren't busy, I’m outside, let me up?” she hung up before he could protest or complain, then waited with a grin for him to let her in. 

BEFORE TODAY, PIGS WERE MORE LIKELY to fly than for reeve to feel anything more than a bare-minimum tolerance for milo mendoza. even as the other grew friendlier following the adphi party back in march, reeve stuck true to his usual habit of ignoring them unless absolutely necessary. today, however, watching what could only be described as a public, verbal flogging as luke lay into milo with a force reeve could only accomplish with his fists, something new seemed to creep into his heart for u-dub's resident drug slinger. something less dismissive and vitriolic. something that, if he were feeling generous, could maybe be described as sympathy.

❝ here, ❞ he offers, though less as a question and more as an order as he pushes the can of cheap beer he'd grabbed on the way into milo's chest. ❝ we ran out of the good stuff already but this still gets the job done. ❞