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“You can make your life look pretty, add a little ice and gin.”
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Month: July 2018
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“I put up with plenty of people who only think they’re funny.”
“Patients at work don’t count. You get paid to put up with them. Pretty sure you don’t get paid to let me make googly eyes at you.”
We can figure out what’s wrong with him after we find a way to keep him from freezing to death
YA BITCH IS HOME AND READY TO KICK SOME HONEY BUNS
LET’S DO THIS!!!!
Be home soon
Gimme shit to doooooo
“Yeah, but if your mom and dad hadn’t gotten together at least twice, I’d be severely lacking two of the greatest dudes to ever exist in my life, and then I’d be stuck dealing with Lewis and Judas all on my lonesome,” Claudia pointed out, habitually running her fingers through Dyson’s hair just because she liked the feel of it on a sensory level.
“So thank god, or whatever combination of booze and bad ideas it was that got your parents to bone, ‘cause I do.”
Dyson paused before shrugging. “Ever noticed that asshole one and asshole two have names that fucking rhyme? It’s like they were destined to be douchebags together,” he pointed out, suddenly far too amused by the oddness of that working out.
“I think that’s called moonshine and depression on dad’s part? He gets really bad around the same time of year and gets shit faced and mom sort of mops him up off of the bar floor.”
“That should make you more cautious.” But he knew people didn’t work that way. Sometimes it managed to make them more reckless.
“If that were the case, I would have no one to play with,” she countered, eyes rolling as she unlocked the car doors.
“I can’t predict the future an’ if you’re family doesn’t find a way ta murder me, I’ve got eternity. Might change,” he said, offering her a slight grin that faltered at the next statement. “I prob’bly should’a known somethin’ was up, given how mad ya were the last time ya’d seen me, but ya just seemed like ya needed a good time.” And there weren’t a lot of ways Izzy could cheer anyone up. “An’ probably Erika an’ Jeannie. …I hope Callie ain’t too mad. She’s one’a the only people who still likes me.”
“At least I know my momma and auntie aren’t going to end up in your bed, thank Khaos for that one.” It was about the only thing she could really count on completely. He didn’t fit either of their types. “Tassos came back after….decades. And I honestly don’t know how to handle it. So I got a bunch of pills from Talyse’s brother and ate them like candy.” She shrugged at that, knowing the girls would 100% be there for their brother. “Callie puts up with Luna, so I doubt she’ll hate you.”
“It definitely is.” He wished he hadn’t asked the question, the answer hitting the panic reflex in him quicker than he would have thought possible. People who liked Wilder either screwed him over or ended up dead. “You need better taste in people.”
“That is something I am well aware of. Bad taste is genetic.” And it had really fucked over a decent amount of her family. Even still, she doubted he was going to make her go darkside, so she assumed it was all pretty safe overall.
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