#startertarro;

TARRO: I feel like you haven't pushed me into a wall lately.

“okay so me and this girl right, we’ve been fucking for like... say two weeks or so. and now she wants me to go to her high school prom with her. yeah she’s like eighteen but she’s super hot and it’s legal so. but like, she was just a fuck as far as i’m concerned. what do i do?”

TARRO: you awake princess? TARRO: i miss you TARRO: need to see your pretty face

meeting the parents was never tarro’s strong point. he never did well in those situations where he make a good impression, he had always been a bad boy and the idea of scrubbing up well was a bore as far as he was concerned. he knew her parents didn’t like him – not many parents did – but he was willing to at least make an effort. in fact, he’d gone more ‘all out’ than anyone was expecting, donning a suit, slicking back his silvery hair and actually shaving his beard back to a dashing nine o’clock shadow. there was no way to hide the tattoos on his hands, but he’d made a decent effort. straightening his tie, he knocked on the door to his girlfriend’s house, biting his lower lip as he waited.

“c’mon, where’s your sense of adventure?” there’s a smirk on his features as he grabs the girl by the hand & pulls her toward the abandoned building. “aren’t you even a little bit curious as to what’s inside? isn’t that smart little brain of yours itching to find out?” he just wants to run around in a dilapidated building like a child, quite frankly.

TARRO: getting a new tattoo TARRO: whooooops @starpsrps

“i honestly thought you’d look good, babe.” the pink frills on the dress hanging from the other’s frame are not flattering AT ALL, and tarro has to stifle a laugh. “let me take a picture? please?”

“ey, c’mon now.” the northern boy smirked, perching himself on the wall as he pulled out a cigarette. “just ‘av one. it in’t gonna kill ya, is it?”