open to: m/f/nb muse: Maeve Burke; the brat
“Look, I don’t know what the fuck you’re trying to pull, but it isn’t funny-“ Hues narrowed on the large window petite frame was standing in front of. Hand clutching the phone to an ear peering closer as if anything could be made out in the darkness that rolled before her, “So why don’t you cut the shit and tell me who the fuck you are before i hang up?”





