#spxnglr

“In some countries, this is considered a proposal.”

cherry and egon as morticia and gomez. the mustache isn’t his; she drew it on him. she’ll never tell him, but she thinks it’s a pretty good look.

24 karat gold cherrbubu (or something)

Walter spends most interactions with these charlatans priding himself on his capacity for restraint in the face of their constant indiscretions. He thought he had surpassed his want to throttle these men at most given opportunities by this point in time. Wrong on both accounts, he supposes. Because this is nothing but incendiary.

⚖️You’ve Reached Durán Law: Plotted. @spxnglr

“What do you mean there’s a client in my office? I thought we didn’t have any meetings on the schedule until after eleven?”`He said he was an old friend.`“And what, you just let him walk in?”  `I know, but he said it was really important--`“So did the flasher you let in last week.”`He was really convincing!`“Oh, I’m sure.” She deadpans, turning the doorknob to her office with an air of exasperation. “Look, we’ll talk about this later. Just be prepared to call Safe Horizon, okay?”  Not much fazes Dolores these days. The very first Santa Con, a man on the subway walking a rooster on a leash, the Statue of Liberty taking a stroll across Manhattan, pizza rat-- she hasn’t been truly shocked over anything really since probably the late 90s. So when this battle axe of a woman opens the door and comes face to face with someone that hasn’t graced her office in decades -- a man who, by accounts, is resting in a pinewood box somewhere in the middle of Oklahoma -- all she can do is stand there in the doorway and stare, even as her cup of coffee clatters to the floor and pools around her high heels. Looking at him is like looking at an old photograph that’s been gathering dust in the back of a closet. His suit’s the same. His glasses are the same. His hair is the same. Everything looks exactly the same as the quiet and blunt scientist she met all those years ago that was eager to help her, even when she believed she might have been going crazy. Dolores wants to believe more than anything that the man standing in front of her right now is her friend, but a part of her can’t shake the feeling like she’s staring at a stranger.  `Ms.Durán? Is everything alright?`“I...” That’s enough to snap her out of this state she’s been in with a shake of her head. “Ms. Goldstein, hold my calls.” Whatever her secretary’s answer would have been has been rendered unintelligible through the now closed door as Dolores levels her gaze at the young man in her office; arms crossed and with the kind of glower she usually reserves for Peter during some of his most Venkman of moments.  “You have one minute to explain yourself before I throw your ass out of here.”And it had better be a damn good explanation.

"you should feel like mindin' the business that god gave you," warned over an obnoxiously squeaky cart. her limbs gave off a soft glow that threatened to sour some nearby bananas. "no reason why there should be bread anywhere other than aisle one. unreal."

˚₊‧꒰ა 🐬 💿 🌊 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> HEAD TURNS LEFT .. to only automatically turn back right. eyes find egon. brows raise high into her hairline. ❝ huh ? ❞ came her oh so intelligent response. but he was already walking away from her. blue eyes watch the back of his head for a couple of seconds , before she swore under her breath slightly. ellie chucked the book she had been reading back onto the table. pushing herself up out of the chair and hurried after him. ❝ where are we going ? ❞ she shouldn't sound too eager. made her look desperate.