"  just  do  it.  get  it  over  with.  "

"is that my shirt?" koji asks, but the answer is obvious enough. "no, keep it." his smile brightens as he recalls the previous night, of the confession that he had been trying to keep. he takes another step closer, stepping into her space behind snaking his arms around her, the familiar scent of her grounding him in ways he's still getting used to. "now, can i help you with anything or are you plotting to burn my kitchen down?" / @ofdamnation

bailey would never be able to get away from the petty accusations; her dad had married a girl far younger than he was, and in the blonde’s mind, all she could do was fight fire with fire. she knocked on his door, arms wrapped around her body to keep herself from freezing. "i’m freezing out here," she announced, warm breath leaving her lips. she glanced at her phone. it was late… but not that late, so why was he taking so long?

                    " you know, the blood stain that you and your open wound left on my sofa didn't come out. "

"don't  pretend  you  give  a  shit  about  me."  koji  spits,  perhaps  too  harshly,  but  maybe  it  is  time  for  a  reality  check.  nothing  real  is  going  to  come  out  of  this  —  nor  should  he  want  it  at  all  in  the  first  place. / @ofdamnation

“ d'you know what ? ” irritation simmers beneath the surface, brows furrowing as intense gaze sets on them. “ i'm a fucking mug for thinking you weren't just using me. ”

" you've got me a surprise ? you know i hate surprises ... "

"ugh! i'm done being nice about it. when are you going to dump that piece of shit and get over yourself?"