#vaquiero

that’s because i’m with the fucking interpol you dumbass

Produce  stands  were  a  garden  of  delight  for  the  Slayer,  colorful  arrangements  of  delicious  fruits  all  gathered  together  to  help  her  prepare  for  her  travels.  A  hand  rests  at  her  chin,  comical  consideration  taken  in  her  decision,  after  all,  it  had  to  fit  in  her  small  sack.  She  begins  to  reach  for  an  apple  with  bright  color;  free  of  discoloration  and  indents  —  the  perfect  apple,  but  a  smaller  hand  has  beat  her  to  it.  For  a  moment  she  silently  mourns  the  loss,  when  she  realizes  the  young  girl  can’t  pry  it  free  due  to  her  height.  Ryu  bites  back  a  chuckle  and  offers  her  assistance,  plucking  it  free  and  handing  it  to  her.  She  takes  a  cursory  glance  at  her  smaller  frame,  realizing  she’s  quite  young.  

@vaquiero​ said  :  ah yes. indra's birthday. the day jack has waited for the most, and of course, he prepared a whole ass breakfast for her and dragged it up just for her to enjoy. yes, it has blatantly romantic undertones as its valentines day too but he doesn't skimp on the little candles sticking out of her pancakes nor the tiny box wrapped in birthday paper for her. yes, he's singing, yes he's doing this to wake her. no, he isn't stopping. " happy birthday, baby."

   ↳     𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐀'𝐒 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎 !    /   accepting .

she  doesn’t  make  a  big  deal  about  valentines  day  --- certainly  not  her  birthday ,  either .  when  she  told  him  what  day  it  was ,  she  remembers  him  laughing ,  hardly  able  to  believe  it’s  the  truth  :  seriously ?  you  were  born  on  valentine’s  day  ?  figures ,  she  remembered  him  saying ,  and  no  matter  how  much  she  pestered  him ,  he’d  never  tell  her  what  he  meant  by  that .

she’s  awoken  to  the  sound  of  him  singing  happy  birthday ,  and  it  she  hasn’t  even  opened  her  eyes  before  she’s  started  groaning .  still ,  she  has  no  idea  what  she’s  in  for  until  she  sits  up  and  turns  to  see him ,  walking  in  with  a  very  romantic  tray ,  complete  with  a  full  breakfast ,  candles ,  and  a  little  box .

❛   — oh god ,  jack ,  noo  . . .  !   ❜   she’s  covering  her  face  in  embarrassment ,  laughing  at  the  setup .  it’s  so  stupidly  cute  and  thoughtful ,  and  at  the  center  of  it ,  indra  doesn’t  know  how  to  receive  that  much  love .  i’m  gonna  kill  him ,  she  thinks ,  just  before  she  thinking  her  next ,  truer  thought :  i  love  him  so  much .  she’s  blushing ,  fresh  from  sleep  and  glowing  despite  it  all ,  scooting  over  so  he  can  present  his  work .  she  kisses  the  corner  of  his  mouth  while  he  finishes  his  song ,  shifting  to  his  lips  when  he’s  done .  happy  birthday ,  baby .

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      fuyumi fumbles to take her phone from her pocket the moment it buzzes  .  she’s expecting it to be from enji      -      probably another text that he won’t be home tonight      -      but it’s not  .  she’s surprised to see jack’s name light up her screen instead  .  

     did you make it home safely ? 

     fuyumi pauses  ,  blinks  ,  and then smiles softly  .  she can almost hear that gruff voice of his and she realizes while it feels  odd  to be the one receiving such concern instead of sending it  ,  it's also  . . .

      really nice  .

@vaquiero​ said  :  baby. baby. listen, put the skillet down. you don’t need the skillet. i can cook.

@vaquiero​  said  :   ‘SORRY’ BITCH

𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐒.         /              accepting !