' —— … '                           (     cue the look of disgust.     )                                                ' i hope you’re JOKING. '

coughs we should do a thing tysm

                    “you're killin' the good vibes, dude.”

jasper: i'm re-decorating my house with all this SWAG

her lower lip sinks into tainted, crimson lips, as fingers grip onto the nearest item. sutton's never been the queen of subtlety, as mocha hues rivet towards the other's open wound.       her voice overpowers with superiority as lips part to speak, splutters of uh's and um's are emitted as she did so.                                   ❝  you need to go and clean that up. now.❞

SEASON TWO???? KATHERINE WAS THE BEST KATHERINE AM I RIGHT LADIES

         A fennec fox, well, that certainly wasn't a common sight to see wandering the streets, much less being owned as a pet. Elijah shook off the strange glares he could feel quite literally burning holes through his back once he walked past randoms on the streets, all in hopes of finding any sort of animal clinic, vet, whatever they called them nowadays. He needed to learn how to look after one of these things, because unfortunately for Elijah, his pet hadn't come with an instruction manual. Thankfully, before it was traded off into his ownership, it was already domesticated, and it hadn't taken much to have Rocket adjust to the vampire. After all, he recalled them hitting it off instantly when they first ran into each other in the wild. "Here we are." He murmured to the tiny ball of orange fur in his arms, bustling through the doors, entering into the vet and approaching the counter. A girl with hair that matched the shade of Rocket's fur was waiting behind it, one who was definitely around his age — physical age, that is. "Yo." He greeted, evidently having settled into modern day society's 'slang', and placed Rocket atop of the counter, because he had not a clue what else to do. "This is Rocket, my fox, clearly. I didn't name him, before we ask questions. You know what, while I'm here, can I change his name? It's such a dumb name really, I mean... Rocket? Is it too late to do so? He's five months old, from what I remember his previous owner telling me." Now, he's caught himself digressing, and snaps back into the fundamental reason as to why he arrived here. "I need advice, help, anything. I don't know how to...look after a fennec fox. So...tips? Guides? Books? Free pet accessories?" There's an exasperated sigh which proceeds his endless rambles, mentally praying that the girl before him held all the answers. And if not, well, she looked as if she'd taste good, no?