ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᵗʰᵉ 𝕬𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓 ➶✧˚ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ᶠᵉᵃʳ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑷𝑬𝑹 ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝗦𝗹𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 ᴸᵃᵐᵇ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ 𝔣𝗂𝗀．¹　⸻　　　𝑖ɴғᴇʀɴᴀʟ𝑟𝑜𝑡．†　 ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘵͟𝘩͟𝘪͟𝘯͟𝘨͟𝘴

i'd rather die on the road than let a t*sla merge.

enjoying the peace and quiet for once.

on the rare occasions i get some? yeah.

it was a nice two minutes. he's shuffling over on the couch to make room for her. “ you're lucky you brought cheese fries. ”

ah-- she can bring peace with her presence. a hand pats her leg affectionately as he reaches for a cheesy, bacon loaded fry. “ when i die young, it'll be on you. ” he chuckled, relaxing back in his space.

“ at least i'll die pretty. ” he swapped his fingers for the fork, skewering at least four fries onto it and shoveling them into his mouth. he took time to chew and swallow before replying to her query. “ as good as can be. why? you about to hit me with some bad news? ”

schrodinger's news. figured. he swallowed down worry with a forkful of fries. “ don't suppose you've got beer in that bag of yours? ” he nodded towards it, wiping grease from his mouth with a napkin. “ alright, hit me with this news i may or may not like then.”

no respect on the road for them.

i love cutting them off because they automatically slow down.

you know who probably drives them? those british men of letters losers.

they make my skin crawl. especially ketch. i know why bad guys in movies are always british now.

no, yeah. that too. i'm more on the, they tortured my brother and tried to kill us all trip.

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ 𝗦𝗹𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 ᴸᵃᵐᵇ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘵͟𝘩͟𝘪͟𝘯͟𝘨͟𝘴

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᵗʰᵉ 𝕬𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓 ➶✧˚ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘵͟𝘩͟𝘪͟𝘯͟𝘨͟𝘴 ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ 𝗦𝗹𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 ᴸᵃᵐᵇ

— ᯓ★﹐ᅟᅟ〔 𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗦 〕, 𝖻͟𝗋﹒⟢

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