#tailoredcrime

I want to say heroin. I’m still in research mode on it. But I feel like if it makes people feel ”euphoric”  and “mellow”, he’d want to take that as an escape? From all the stuff with his brother and mom and then the war?

It’s Sunday, so unless what you’re about to say involves sex or zombies--I’m unavailable.

[] Quickie.[x] Tongue.[x] Softly bite your lip.[] We wouldn’t.[] Long and meaningful.[x] Let’s hit up the bedroom.[] You remember last time?[] Awkward…[] Lol no.Would I go out with you?[x] Yes, definitely.[] No.[] I want to, but it wouldn’t work.[] Maybe. [] Nope, you’re like family.[] You’re cute, but probably not.[] Just simply not my type.[] If I knew you better.[] Already did.[] I don’t know.If we took a picture together, we’d be…[] Hugging each other.[] Just chilling.[] Holding hands.[] Kissing.[] Acting dumb.[x] Normal picture.[] You holding me from behind.You are…[] Cute/Pretty.[] Good looking.[x] Sexy.[] All of the above You + me + room = …[x] Movies.[x] Cuddling.[x] Hanging out.[] Kissing.[x] Playing games.[] Everything.[] Wouldn’t let you in.You should…[x] Hit me up.[] Be mine.[] Marry me.[] Reblog this so I can send you a heart.[] be studyingIf we got married, I’d…[] Divorce you.[] Make kids.[] Take your money and bounce.[] Smash every day.[] I would cheat on you.[] Be faithful.[] Kill you in your sleep [x] We wouldn’t

Sebastian scoffed at the request. "Since when was that in the job description?'

you are NOT number one. >_>

rifht indeed my friend

It’d been bugging her for a while. She just needed to know what he had meant the last time he sent her on a job. The words “you’ll need a car” were ambiguous enough, let alone she drove to her jobs anyway. With a small huff, she peeled herself from the bed and walked towards his room. She’d lost quite a few of her manners months previously, and with their working relationship, she figured it wasn’t bad. Pushing open the door to his room, she spoke. “Right- so were you implying that I needed a different car for that last job?”Her words slowed to a halt, her eyes glued to his figured. “I mean- right. Are you sure your junk fits in that bottom?”