— nobody knows me

send me a symbol and i’ll tell you about ;

😜 = someone who makes my muse laugh?

“ Oh, my God, that award definitely goes to Dudemeister. Just the other day I was having one of my stupid episodes while trying to help out a customer — and then I see him across the room poking his head through the face of one of those Wreck-It Ralph cardboard cutouts? And I just start laughing. Don’t ask me how that loser does it ‘cause I won’t have an answer. ”

send me a symbol and i’ll tell you about ;

🍓 = someone my muse has never met, but wants to meet?

“ Oh, I don’t know… show me another equally cute if not cuter spunky little brunette that can match my sporadic energy levels. ”

ask my muse a question and i can only respond with a gif of them;

send 6 characters/people and i’ll tell you who i would;

do the sexy love™ with: oh, my god. alex. that woman has got to be the sexist. not to mention she’s an ace kisser. fuckin’ pro. so, yeah. alex.

sacrifice myself for: the dudemeister, def. not to get all sappy but he’s, like my best friend. everything would mean nothing to me without him. hell yeah i’d risk my life for him.

kick: uh… autumn? i mean… it’s not like i’d enjoy it. in fact i’d feel pretty shitty on account of the fact she just entered ghosthood. if anything she deserves a snowcone.

take to prom: win. for sure. she knows how to have a good time. we’d dance, drink, if things started getting lame we could sit back and make fun of all the chicks who so obviously stuffed their bras for this ‘momentous occasion’.

abandon in jurassic park: kerria. okay, okay, hear me out; she’s tiny. so am i. dinos are looking for sirloins not the fuckin’ veggies sitting beside it. we’d both survive by slipping between two different small spaces and then we’d somehow lose each other because we forgot to make out a meet up point. by no means would i intentionally abandon her.

push off a bridge: natasha. off a very small bridge into a mellow river below. literally just to see her with a wet tank… y’know, for science.

A glower befell the tiny brunette, standing beside Mr. Faulkner as he (yet again) stepped in to belittle her while she was trying to help a customer. ‘Oh, McKenzie, no. It’s not Jaws of Hakkon, it’s Hands of Nexxis. You should know that. I’m terribly sorry…’ Yes... yes, she DOES know that --- and it was Jaws of Hakkon, not fucking Hands of Nexxis. For God’s sake, she’d played that DLC over a thousand times! Why was even here today? Darry and her were more than capable to handle the store on their own.

‘Why did we even hire you if you don’t know the name of a simple DLC pack, hm? It sure wasn’t for your height.’ A smug little smile; Mr. Faulkner began to turn away after the boy had walked off --- that was the LAST time he was going to make her look like an IDIOT in front of a customer today.

Rather quickly, ‘Why was he even here today?’ turned into ‘Why was he on this EARTH?’ And before McKenzie knew it, she was grabbing from the toy bin and starting after the FUCKER --- only to get grabbed at on her forearm by a rather familiar, large, yet skinny hand. Forced to a stop, the angry brunette balled her hands into fists. What was this… the third time today she’d tried to attack Mr. Faulkner only to be thwarted by Darien Freakin’ Dudemeister? All she wanted to do was to BASH their boss’s head in with a plastic toy light saber, was that so much to ask?

Winnie:

Winnie: oops sorry ghost text

Winnie: hey so are you doing anything tonight because i'm having some people over and you should come

McKenzie: Hey definitely!

McKenzie: I mean I'm not doing anything

McKenzie: My basement is cool and all but hanging out with you in your apt sounds a little more bitchin