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an evening in a record shop. wonderful way to spend a saturday.

content.

well, he’s 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒅 for that. it feels like he hardly even gets to see his husband, at times.

he has duties, and they both know that. but, he doesn’t regret his decision to marry t’challa, even if he does happen to be king. besides, it makes little moments like this that much sweeter.

isn’t it just? an absolute fucking tragedy —— and one of the 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 valuable possessions that he owns. well. used to own, now. life just won’t be the same.

a yawn from the agent's lips, stretching his arms above his head before gazing back down at the dulled glow of his laptop screen. it's been a hell of a long day, that's for sure.

using his own laptop as a pillow? couldn’t be him.

// not my cat making off with my leftover balloon from valentine's day while i'm in the middle of my zoom class jesus christ

the rooftop of his apartment building is such a nice, quiet place to think. to get away from his own thoughts, even. anything at all.

—— 𝒐𝒖𝒕 ﹠ 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕. ❞

and here he is : watching the food network like he actually knows how to cook. tragic, really.

// just watched martin say at least 6 different cuss words on air that got bleeped out, tonight is a very good night

𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 got around to buying a new coffee machine.

// gonna be moving elsewhere! if you’d like the deets, shoot me a dm ❤️