boomshakalaka

They're up late terrifying hours into the night. New York paces around and ponders to himself, while Florida, like the gremlin he is, commits war crimes and has an abundance of fun at parties avoiding the po po. He comes back in worn-out stickers, pink glitter, and possible blood. 🥹🥹

"What the hell happened to you?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, officer."

"I'm not a cop."

That song gives “late 50s New York” if ima be honest. It’s always given “New York” but specifically that version

I can fully picture him relaxing in some big armchair and listening to this song late in the night rahhhh