#lovicidium

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︵‿₊୨ ཐི ྐ❤︎ ໒ ୧₊‿︵ ❝ Can you believe they were speeding in a school zone ?? ──୨ৎ── Not to seem completely UNHINGED... ❞ A little late, after getting up, AS IF SHE TRIPPED when hit by a speeding vehicle. ❝ But... do you mind popping my shoulder back in? ❞

            LOADING MESSAGE ... @lovicidium !!

" So… Apparently, " Home " isn't the correct response when a cop asks for your address… "

Said in a very thick scottish accent btw

    "W-Wait, Ly-Ly, you had an encounter with the cops?!" Vivian exclaims as incredulity seeps it's way through her voice. Well... if nothing else, Karlyle being white must have made the situation less worse than it could have been, but still, just imagining the potential interrogation they put him through while inebriated has her shuddering.

    "Holy... welp, you did at least live to tell the tale, right?" she questions before leaning forward in newfound curiosity. "Can you recall what happened afterwards? O-Or is your memory regarding last night still all fuzzy and stuff?"

              TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT. — STILL ACCEPTING.

For Manny!

𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐖 (Accepting) | @lovicidium

"With a bunch of tailcoats escorting me out of the foyer, cause I thought, the place welcomed all who entered. Rain's up the wazoo, drenched like a raccoon looking for sleep to pass the time." He searched everywhere for shelter that's not covered by cement flooring. The streets aren't kind to him, so he took the risk in sleeping in a prestigious place. That was a bad idea, but he was desperate with nothing else to lose.

"Now you," He points at the boy, specifically at his face. "You look like a witness after watching a murder. Look, I may look rugged, but at least try and train your face to not make me annoyed." He picked up a thin scratchcard and balled it up until it's nothing but a wrinkled clump of worthlessness, throwing it into the garbage bin after losing the lottery the last hour.

"If it makes you feel any better, yes, I did showered. So, stop being afraid of what I smell like. Not a rotten tuna fish spewing its maggots everywhere, you know?" He took a sip of his bottled water, with liquids green in the plastic.

On this day, where the sun is beaming with such intensity, it's a miracle his lips aren't bleeding from dryness.

He took a step forward and leaned in to take a close look at this fellow. "You look like shit too. You could've just asked for liquids. What's stopping you?" He's willing to offer him some fluids, if it meant preventing death from dehydration.

Which is a funny thing to say so calmly when she's sitting with him at this table without much fuss. He was perplexed, understandably so, considering he's only ever saw her in a dream before.

Frankly she was surprised he remembered her - but then maybe she also made a bit of an impression on the mind.

"Luckily for you we're not strangers, though you seem surprised to see me, Lyle. Not that I blame you. Most people don't meet people they've met in their dreams in the waking world. Plot twist, I'm real."

The exam she had dreaded came to pass and the reward she reaped for all her studying was a failing grade. Her streak of failed statistics exams was steadily growing, and her class grade was struggling to continue being an average score. Maths had never been easy for her to comprehend.

She looked down once more at the stapled document in her hands and flinched when she saw the score written out in red ink.

35%

A 35% wasn't... that bad, right? It meant she missed most of the problems, yeah, but it wasn't a totally hopeless situation. Right...?

Right, she told herself. If she let herself get depressed over the exam, she'd never pass. And, if she wanted to avoid taking more maths courses, she needed to finish this one with a good grade. Scoring anything above a C, or a 70%, would be enough to keep her great uncle satiated, too.

Deciding to not let herself wallow in self-pity over another one failed exam, her train of thought quickly moved on to what she'd have for dinner and, more importantly, dessert.

Something from the convenience store for dinner, maybe strawberry shortcake for dessert?

As quickly as her mind had wandered off, she suddenly collided with a body. Hard enough to stumble back and fall on her bum, and for her to lose her grip on her damning exam.

"O-Ow..."

She softly hissed and rubbed her nose, eyelids opening and dual-coloured irises locking onto the other. Her eyes went wide as she gasped and quickly got to her feet.