May 22, 2020
outgoing message → preston
DAWN: hi i'm going to head to the pool
DAWN: do you want to come with me?
DAWN: i promise no photoshoots! just mimosas!
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outgoing message → preston
DAWN: hi i'm going to head to the pool
DAWN: do you want to come with me?
DAWN: i promise no photoshoots! just mimosas!
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“So…how do I look?”
‘so how do I look?’ preston’s question lingered in the air as the two walked down the streets of the foreign land they were visiting. she wasn’t quite sure how to respond. he was dressed up a lot more than he usually was for whatever reason. normally he was in his security uniform or in some sort of rough, harden outfit he had probably picked up off of his floor that morning. but, something was different this time. he looked much more put together and had an air about him that showed effort. almost like he had dressed up for the occasion. even the way he asker her how he looked seemed like he wanted her to notice there was something that he had changed for their outing. “you look... nice.” she stated cooly. her eyes darting from his body to the shops they passed. “except— you know you don’t have to dress up for me right?”
Send me a ship and I’ll tell you (Camping Edition) (pres and dawn)
WHO BRINGS UP GOING CAMPING IN THE FIRST PLACE? DAWN.
WHO PACKS TOO MANY “JUST IN CASE” ITEMS? DAWN.
WHO ACCIDENTALLY GETS THEM LOST WHILE EXPLORING? PRESTON.
WHO PITCHES THE TENT? IT IS A TEAM EFFORT.
WHO CATCHES THE BIGGEST FISH IN THE NEARBY LAKE? PRESTON.
WHO GETS SICK FROM EATING TOO MANY S’MORES? DAWN.
WHO BUILDS THE CAMPFIRE? PRESTON.
WHO INITIATES CAMPFIRE SONGS? DAWN, EASILY.
WHO COMPLAINS ABOUT NOT HAVING CELL SERVICE? NEITHER.
WHO SUGGEST SKINNY DIPPING? PRESTON, C’MON.
WHO SWEARS THEY “JUST HEARD SOMETHING” AT 1 A.M? PRESTON.
DO THEY CAMP IN STYLE OR ROUGH IT? PROBABLY A MIX, BUT MORE ROUGH.
“you were supposed to meet me a half an hour ago.” dawn grumbled as her friend sat down in the booth across from her at their favorite diner. “you know it’s not proper to keep a girl waiting at this hour.” she tried to keep the most serious of faces before bursting into laughter. the two of them were always teasing each other about one thing or another. “also did you steal my lighter? I can’t find it anywhere and i’m almost certain you have it.” she held her hand out grabbing for the lighter she knew was in possession. “give it pressy. I mean it.” —@prxst-n
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⚽ YOUR MUSE CHALLENGING MY MUSE TO A GAME
“you’re going to regret asking me that.” dawn replied lifting from her seat on the couch to head towards the nearby closet. she opened the door and inside were countless board games. clue, sorry, monoply, checkers, life, scrabble, etc. you name it, dawn probably has it. she was competitive too. she had played all of the games so often that she had become a pro at almost every single one of them and when she didn’t win.. well, let’s just say it wasn’t always pretty. “pick any one of ‘em and i’ll beat you. i’m not even being cocky I am just that good.” dawn blushed slightly as she realized her competitive nature seemed to shock the boy sitting in her living room. “sorry.. I.. kind of have a problem.” she bit her lip slightly, “so clue?”