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   “ you’re pacing . ”

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the  day’s  grime  has  been  washed  from  his  inked  skin  .  every  muscle  seems  to  hurt  after  the  mission  he  aided  and  owed  to  panam  .  sometimes  he  wonders  just  how  much  he  owes  her  but  they  are  all  family  here  and  it  is  something  that  he’s  wanted  most  of  his  life  .  not  something  fake  or  bought  but  a  true  family  that  cares  for  one  another  .  

when  it  comes  to  andromeda  ,  somehow  it  goes  much  deeper  than  that  .  she  lives  with  her  heart  and  her  passions  ,  she  is  beauty  inside  and  out  and  coming  back  here  to  find  her  waiting  for  him  .  .  .  is  the  best  part  of  a  horrible  day  that  could  have  gone  south  more  than  it  had  .  he’s  washes  and  resting  on  the  edge  of  the  bed  when  she  walks  in  .  

her  voice  just  as  filled  with  melody  in  a  way  even  when  she  isn’t  humming  or  singing  .  it  will  always  be  music  to  his  ears  ,  especially  with  the  sweet  words  she  speaks  to  him  .  every  muscle  might  ache  ,  and  bruises  might  be  forming  but  he  cannot  help  the  endorphins  that  run  through  him  the  moment  she  makes  her  presence  known  and  the  way  she  strides  over  to  him.  

“So TELL ME again why I’m at a fuckin’ corpo party?”

She’d called him rather URGENTLY saying it was something about an important job, but GOD did he detest corpo parties. These things were so full of shit he swore BATHROOMS in rail yards were cleaner. When he approaches, arms cross over his chest as he cants his head to the side.

“You said this was some sorta big payout job, what the hell’re we doin’ at some ASSHOLE’S mansion in the fuckin North Oak hills for cryin’ out loud. I didn’t sign up to go ‘round kissin rat bastard corpo ass.”

Halloween Starters !

the sudden voice makes him flinch, letting out an audible gasp as he turns to see just who was making such remarks.

          ❛ Oh, ah, I uh… !❜

wirt scrambles to try and seem casual but he winds up tripping over himself, which in turn causes him to panic even further. eventually, he leans against the counter in a last-ditch effort to appear composed, a nervous smile plastered on his features.

         ❛ Sorry about that, hah, it’s uh. It’s all Greg’s fault, he’s a…real. Real messy cook. ❜