he was given a few roll ups——some kind of ‘ gift ’ . does not dare light them up . what if his father smells the smoke ? …

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hello … how are you doing ?

waves back , sheepish .

uhm . you alright ?

me and ‍ ‍ ‍ stefan ‍butler ‍ ⵄ ‍ ‍ ‍

are you the bunny ?

me and ‍ ‍ ‍ stefan ‍butler ‍ ⵄ ‍ ‍ ‍

it was strange . even after being used to his usual solitude , the glow of a screen his only friend , lola's presence was different . she was a light in the dark , & even a smile forms at the greeting , crooked teeth showing beneath lips .

/ sharing here too bc they want me dead

/ nvm muahaha

he said no i’ll just take pickles! them off, it’s ok.

he sits besides 𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍 silently . a small box is deposited before her——containing an attempt of a sandwich . she’s always looking out for him , & wanted to return the favor .

… sorry .

/ keep forgetting stefan is literally 19. that’s an infant. a newborn child.

they’re coming .