#parkindie

“I come back a year later -- the lift is still broken, I can hear someone fucking,, someone arguing and Z-list celebrities still own half the building. Nothing’s fucking changed.” 

“I promise a more than decent reward to whoever can tell me which one of my lovely neighbors have been blasting Christmas music nonstop, for the past few days.”

A: and don't get mad

Ash: plus you've seen my balls before so it's not like you're gonna have to bow down in awe or anything

“So I said to him, what’s dead fast? And he goes “what?” And I replies, a zoombie! Get it? Ain’t that so funny!?”

“By any chance, did someone order a tall, hot vanilla?” Asher called out acting nonchalant, then with a slight smirk he quickly added, “M’not a vanilla in the bedroom though, am I right fellassss?”

Kieran’s hands were shaking with adrenaline and fear, his skin decorated with splatters of oil and a few cuts from where he’d been far too rough with his tools. A voice behind him alarmed him and he laughed as they asked him what he was doing, closing the front of his car. “I fixed it. I fixed the car. I fixed it and now, ---- now, I’m going to find them. Them. The bastards that hurt Cal and I, I’m going to find them and I’m getting my payback,” he told the other in a rush, explaining his poorly thought out plan as fast as he could.

“I’m back earlier than expected. Did you miss me?” Dylan asked with a smug smirk, coming back from England just as Park descended into another world war. “Fuck, you look awful.”