#justbadcode

      he’s been so preoccupied with finding stiles ( and helping the rest       of the injured ) that he hasn’t even spared a thought for perri. or       adrien. or noah. or anyone. he’s tried calling her, but each time it       just goes straight to voicemail. eventually, he figures root’s the       best person to ask; perri’s never exactly confirmed that they're a       thing, but he’s suspected for a while. if anyone knows what’s       happened to perri, it’ll be her, right? ❝ have you seen perri? i       haven’t heard from her since... ❞

                patience had never truly had a place in her repertoire, yet people often tested it; to a grave extent. getting a call from the underboss of the santiago mafia had not been on her days agenda yet she’s standing near the tree directed in the message, irritation flooding off the boss in overwhelming waves. moments from giving up & leaving, or giving a message with anything but politeness, hazel hues focus on the female; eyes narrowing as if her demeanor didn't convey the annoyance enough.  

                  ❝ you've kept me waiting. this better be fucking good. ❞

“ One day, I realized all the dumb, selfish things people do… it’s not our fault. No one designed us. We’re just an accident, Harold. We’re just bad code"

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