𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓖𝓸𝓭 𝓞𝓯 𝓣𝓱𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻. 〝𝑰 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎—. 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒐. 〞 ↯↯ Exᴛʀᴀ Iɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ Dᴏᴡɴ Bᴇʟᴏᴡ ↴↴ #MCURP / #MarvelRP.

Did he say ‘beer’? She’s on her way.

Good, because she wasn’t about to wait for an invitation. Maybe she just wants some company too. Not that she’d ever admit that to him. She’s grabbing Chinese food on the way, give her fifteen.

|| Operating under the idea that Kilgrave is back and at his worst (ala season 1) for this account, as I feel it gives a lot of scope and opportunities for storylines.

She only hopes he doesn’t get ahead of himself with ideas about ‘friendship’ or ‘camaraderie’. This is just about Jessica and her ̶𝖿̶𝖾̶𝖺̶𝗋̶ ̶𝗈̶𝖿̶ ̶𝖻̶𝖾̶𝗂̶𝗇̶𝗀̶ ̶𝖺̶𝗅̶𝗈̶𝗇̶𝖾 fondness for alcohol and takeaway food.

Is that so? Tell her why Danny thinks it’s okay to blow up her phone with unnecessary texts then, huh? Clearly he didn’t get the ‘we’re not friends’ memo.

Anyone who offers her more than silent backup during a fight is ‘too nice’ in her books. “By the way... you didn’t lock your door.” Surprise!

She can provide the first part. The second? Not so much.

Good. ( Who is she trying to kid? Maybe she needs to cuddle every now and then. Doesn’t mean she’s suddenly soft for Felicia or anything, obviously. )

Once in a while? She can probably live with that. Only because Felicia has very kissable lips. That’s the ( only ) reason.

... “Mmh? What?” A scoff, as her hands reach out for Felicia’s, linking their fingers as she tugs her closer. “I wasn’t staring.”

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“Hey, @onewhosaves, any chance of you coming to get your ugly ass cat?”

feet propped up on ‍ ‍🆃U͡𝗖K͜ ! ‍’s desk, she flicks through today’s newspaper with barely-veiled disinterest. her boots are filthy, by the way.