#thblackdog

        ❛ you can't possibly expect me to believe that. ❜ / @thblackdog​​

            eyebrows twitch against layers of woven bandage. who would’ve thought? the orange fruit faye’d taken off with some moments ago ( or was it hours? the mummy life sure's been getting to his head ) had actually been the very last one on the entire trawler. nihilistic vantage point or not; petty larceny remains a crime as unspeakable as the one he’d commit the moment his feet could once again carry more weight than that of a medium sized desert bug. “mffrrgl,” he gurgles in a mixture of quiet vexation and subtle dismay before his hand makes another, slightly shaky attempt to point at the pocket in which he knew his partner tended to keep a pack of cigarettes. 

        truth is, he’s hopelessly oblivious to the how’s and when’s of his current circumstances. last thing he knows is his elbow joints hitting the pavement with an uncomfortable CRACK, the rest of his body following suit near-instant. ... he’s spread out a little more comfortably now; that much he can tell ( and if his partner is already jumping at the opportunity to chide him, it’s safe to say that the worst has passed ). “m’head’s feeling like it’s about to burst. —prepare for brain everywhere. it’s not gonna be pretty.”

     clink ! she lights the cigarette held between red-stained lips, her eyes drifts from the deck of cards to meet his, exhales the smoke. ❛ ..oh ? ❜ so spike did end up ratting her out      she’d been quite curious about that. ❛ fine. you can try, ❜ she starts; sitting up from her slouched position to pick up the cards, fingers effortlessly shuffling them. ❛ but what will i get ? ❜