#xiledout

        “ So...  work friends, huh? ”  She keeps her tone purposely light, attempting to keep them both somewhat distracted as they make their way to the scrapyard.  Jokes and sarcastic quips seem to keep them both going, and at this point, Kaitlyn figures they need all the help they can get.  She adjusts the shotgun in her hands, her grip still steadfast.  “ I think it’s safe to say we’ve earned best friend status after this night. ”

      fingertips  run  down  her  hair,  mocha  hues  attentive  to  her  reflection  in  the  mirror.  rachel  has  been  in  the  bathroom  for  several  minutes  now,  attempting  to  get  the  slushie  out  of  her  when  she  sees  quinn  walk  in.  a  sigh  breaks  out  of  her  instantly,  turning  around  to  focus  on  the  blonde.  ❝  what  do  you  want,  quinn?  ❞

“ we should practice for our wedding day. “ // @xiledout​ - howard 

@xiledout​ sent: “Sneaking out huh? Gosh, it’d be a shock if someone let something slip, wouldn’t it?” / that screams allison dont it

     “Yeah, well it’d also be a shame if someone let something slip about the way you practice making out with your pillow so maybe we should both shut our traps and move on, huh?” He’s quick to retort as he slings his bag through the window before following suit and landing back on his bed with a huff. 

     He tries not to make a habit out of it, really, he does. It’s just that with Dad always locked away in that damn study of his all night, it’s not exactly hard to shimmy down the fire-escape. Continued education, he likes to call it— a little time in this so-called world their father has trained them to save but never be a part of. How else is he supposed to cope with the stress of training and puberty and the incessant badgering of the undead, if he can’t load up on sweets and drugs and all the other deliciously naughty things his father has banned?