#hisinferno

I don’t need to excuse of the holiday season to do that, bitch.

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[ SMS | Rabid Dog ] NICYOOOOOOOOOOO[ SMS | Rabid Dog ] yo kind of fits into ur name pretty well[ SMS | Rabid Dog ] like how ur dick fits into my[ SMS | Rabid Dog ] enough of that. #

[ SMS | Rabid Dog ] I warned you, didn't I? I fucking warned you, you stupid motherfucker. Word of advice: get out of town. Dye your hair. Change your fucking name. Because I'm coming for you. And I'm bringing back up.

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[ SMS | Rabid Dog ] We've talked about this, you know.[ SMS | Rabid Dog ] This whole thing with you following me around and checking up on me.[ SMS | Rabid Dog ] It's not necessary.

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[ SMS | Rabid Dog ] I hate you.[ SMS | Rabid Dog ] I hate you so much that it makes me want to yank at your hair and tear at your skin.[ SMS | Rabid Dog ] I hate you so much that when I wrap myself around you and ride you with reckless abandon, you'll end up hating me too.[ SMS | Rabid Dog ] Come over later?

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[ SMS | Rabid Dog ] You left your black jumper at the warehouse.[ SMS | Rabid Dog ] Guess what you're not getting back ever again.

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[ Continues to dangle cat toy in front of. ]

          { Huffs and grasps at the toy, glaring. }

—Nah, just wanted to introduce you to my pups. [ Blink, blink. He’s almost clueless as to what he did wrong. ]

        Your --- Pardon?

ZEBRA CRISTMAS GIVEAWAY

4 ; forehead kiss

        Infuriating. Disgusting. A model of man’s arrogance. Can she be any more specific about how aggravating Nico is? He’s the pinnacle of irritation and she can’t stand being around him for more than one second. But she has nothing to say about the fact that his arm is around her and she’s sitting there with him. A strange course of events led to this, really. More arguing about how he wasn’t all that tough. He told her she pathetic and she fought back the best she could. And at the end? For some reason she ended up going home with him. Ended up on his couch. Ended up talking with him and arguing over silly little points and slapping his arm when he said something she wasn’t all that fond of. God knows why any girl would want to be around him, but here she was.

                      “You’re hogging the cushions, you know.”

              “Be more aggressive about them, then.”

        Disgusting, stupid, good-for-nothing — how had it come to this? If he wants aggressive, she’ll do the exact opposite. She’ll block his view, shifting to sit ever so slightly in front of him, and she’ll kiss his forehead. One single kiss pressed dead center, gentle hands reaching before to push up blonde bangs. It’s an awful distraction, but she’s got a pillow in her lap and a grin on her face. He’ll never let you live it down, little bird. 

"Did you mean what you said--"

                                                                     Careful, Rowan.                                            Your codependency is showing.                         Maybe she just wants answers; guidance.                         Only, she's getting it from the wrong person.

          “Is that so?” That’s heavy sarcasm, there.