( pointed ) eyeroll.

( worked it out on the remix )

“Could’ve sworn I had a few, but I’m sure that’s besides the point,” Okay, like, back to front, he would /testify/ that the 1 was written about him.

His eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, calloused digits moving to secure the hand still in his—— a cradle rather than a caress, as he examined her carefully. “Think I’m here to … Experiment. I was summoned, after all,”

mmm….. hm.

open.spotify.com/track/6vA7RdHm…

Oh my god.

Alright, I’ve obviously arrived at a terrible time——-

“Ah, I’m never really here,” Waves a dismissive hand; this is more a comment on his semi-permanent feeling of impermanence, he would never dismiss someone so… Sparkly?

Get the keys. All of the keys. And a suit. And the /all/ of the Armani. Oh my /god/, get me out of here.

/Ah!/ Oh, my god, Steve—— I just … Ahem. Did not see you there. You certainly did not just catch me in the middle of an escape plot.

Faster, we need to move faster than this. Also, farther. … Just remembered that I could fly, actually.

( /wow/, that was disrespectful. )

He’s trying suuuper hard not to squint at the other. Also, poorly imitating casual: leaning against a wall at an angle slightly too acute, etcetera. “Mmm-hm. Y’look … Different. New haircut?”

Hey = this is fucking ridiculous, my worst nightmare and greatest enemy should be strictly prohibited from being attractive.

girl if you don’t get back in that damn house——

what’s up shawty.

like ships poorly coordinating in the night, sugar. come home.