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hello my nemesis i love u. and your portrayal. you do such a wonderful job with roman -- but i especially love the way you've crafted your writing voice for roman. keep up the wonderful work darling !
what do you think of my portrayal?
mi #1 enemy thank u so much for ur kind words ilu♥
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❛ YOU KNOW , YOU AREN’T EXACTLY LOOKING PRETTY GOOD from up here . while you’re down there . ❜ her head tilts curiously , a hand is perched upon her knees , looking at the masked boy down on the ground as her other hand holds upright the black umbrella . the rain pours around them in the junkyard , and before she had come to shelter him from the downpour , the water under him was being stained red with blood . but of course she remembers jason ! it isn’t his time yet — it was once before — but he’s only so close now , as he had been countless times ago . she reaches out to him , with only the smallest of smiles . ❛ need a hand ? ❜
@kniferobin : soon again , young outlaw , but not tonight .
‘ funny you call ‘cause, right now, i want to see you as much as i want to get ebola. ’
@kniferobin.
throws a frozen meatball at them.
thankfully, their reflexes prevent them from making a total fool of themself — they catch it mere seconds before it comes in contact with their cheek, and once they realise just what it is, they roll their eyes. they fix him with a glare that’s more exhausted than annoyed. ❝ seriously? ❞ they ask, completely deadpan. ❝ c’mon, you know we don’t waste food in my apartment. ❞ they glance to the meatball, and it’s like a light - bulb goes off: it’s a bad idea, a terrible one, and they know it before they even do it — that’s not enough to stop them from bringing the meatball to their lips, and then taking a decent - sized bite out of it. it’s a tad freezer burned, and too cold against their teeth, but they force themself to remain unflinching as they chew, maintaining eye contact with him all the while. they swallow, and extend the meatball to him with a quirk of a smile. ❝ you want the rest? ❞
