ᛝ 𝕮𝗢𝗗𝗘⌖𝕱𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗜𝗥 .

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀, ㅤ 𝗼𝗳 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲. ㅤ ㅤ

“ finished work for the week. ” chocolate irises lifted from previous location, crows feet appearing. she's slowing the taps. “ why ain't you sleepin', hm? ”

leant back, rifle sat on lap. she's tapping it's barrel rhythmically.

best day ever.

in my age - it ain't exactly a flaw. mostly a given, especially in this occupation.. but she holds herself well. need sumnbody who's gon' match me.

always is. admire 'dat about her, she's not one to laze 'round.

love watchin' my girlfriend haul ass. where're you going, shortie.

ㅤ joints cracking audibly, she huffs.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ i’m ready. i brought the guns. ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ( squinting [...] rot spreading earnt a migraine. tongue to cheek. ) ㅤ ㅤ