#im queueing this

Some designs AUTO from WALL-E

hmmm yeah aNGST

Just. At first it's a lot of swearing. Just, expletive after explitive, accompanied by endless pacing. Sophie watches him, watches him stare out the window, intermittently.

Then, fiercely, he accuses Sophie of lying. "Keefe's an idiot, but he's not that stupid. He'd never do that. He cares about you too much. He'd never leave you, his heart is tangled up in yours."

"I think that's why he left," Sophie said, her voice achingly soft. "He thinks he's dangerous, and he's too tangled up in my life."

Tam doesn't tell her that's not what he meant, because she might not see how much Keefe loves her, but everyone else definitely does. "But he wouldn't," Tam says, fierce.

"He did," She says, and she holds out a letter.

Tam doesn't read it.

He swears some more. Paces endlessly.

"We've gotta get him back."

Sophie rolls her eyes, and he sees how red-rimmed they are. She's more upset about this than she's showing. "No kidding."

Without another word, Tam wraps his arm around her shoulder. "We'll get him back," He states, his voice fierce. "I promise."

She nods, her eyes dull inside.

She doesn't believe him.

Anger flares in his chest, hot and sharp. Idiot, he thinks. He's smarter than this, Tam presses his fingers into his forehead, making his headache duller.

Sophie sniffles, heavily. Tears are running in thin lines down her face, again, and Tam can tell she's almost cried out.

"What's he thinking?" She demands, and Tam doesn't say anything. "He's such an idiot, doesn't he know that--"

Tam watches her face fall, her voice cut off sharply. Her eyes well up in tears and he doesn't think he has anything to say. Instead, he thinks angry things and imagines up the image of a blond idiot who cried too much.

Tam vows, that once he gets Keefe back, he's gonna deck him for hurting the girl he loves so gosh dang much. Then hug the crap out of his best friend and demand answers.

George didn’t even look up from Twitter. “No.”

“Yes it is! That-” Dream wheezed. “That shirt’s way too big on you!”

“It’s mine!” George tried to act defensive, but he was barely holding back a grin.

“Wha-what did you do, go into my closet and steal my shirt?” Dream was practically cackling now, and Patches fearfully jumped off of George’s lap.

“No, it was in the laundry!” He smiled at Dream cheekily, and Dream lunged for him, both of them laughing wildly.

“Give it back George!!”

“No, it’s mine now, you can’t have it anymore!”

George danced out of Dream’s grasp, taunting him with a stupid face.

Dream chased his best friend around the living room, only barely missing George.

Then George tripped, falling backwards onto the couch. Dream landed on top of him, their faces inches apart. 

They stared at each other, faces flushed wildly, breathing heavily.

Dream got up, dusting himself off. “You can keep it.”

“W-what?”

“You can keep the shirt.” he said, walking back into the kitchen. 

mei’s character aesthetics: katherine ‘kit’ harland (original character)