“oh so both of you are pussies, i should’ve guessed.” drops the cookie box into the table, giving her a smile.

“uh. . . hm hm hm. . . i think—“ he grabbed two pizookies, a love cookie, a beast out cookie and four regular cookies.

“well. . . people like it because it’s pretty spicy.” he gave her a free water bottle, sheepishly grinning at her.

“which ones do you want, mr. . . uh. . . sorry you’re kinda jafar, you wanna get a little jacloser?”

“some of us. like princess tiana! she loves spicy gumbo.” he nodded with a smile.

“eversinceyoustoppedgivingmeattention.” he took in a deep breath to replace the one he just lost, sitting down in the back of the tent.

“are you sure, greg? i don’t want to like. . . rob you? i guess?”

makes people hungry for a few hours.

he smiled up at her, shrugging. “ah, don’t mention it! you gave me a bunch of money so i’ll give you a bunch of cookies!”

|. HAHHAHA pleathe like

trips over himself.

he’s MEAN.

he is! “leave me alone to die.”

he groaned, rolling over. “you’re so obsessed with lists. why don’t you just— go with the flow?

“guess i’ll just cause chaos.” annnnd. . . he tackled christopher for the list.

he tried reaching for it, using his ben growls to try and confuse christopher. he’s channeling his inner ben.

|. christopher: you’ve got a job to do? you better do it right! and the right way, is with the left brain’s might chip: I LIKE OREOS AND PUSSY

he rubbed his forehead, slapping at christopher’s cheeks. “never!”

❝ 𝙒𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙖𝙨! ❞ 𝐌𝐒. 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐂𝐂𝐈-𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍. a descendants au portrayal. music teacher of auradon prep. desc./lit. ships with lewis or chem. seeking sl’s and banter. #ᏚᎢᎪᎡᏩᏆᎡᏞ.      ↺ + ♡ ?

“SCREEEEE.”