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ʟʏʀɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴏᴘᴛɪᴍᴜs ᴘʀɪᴍᴇ ([personal profile] folklore) wrote in [community profile] laography2019-04-28 07:55 pm
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down in my bones is where i hide you


A DROPBOX! to be made pretty later
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heh nice

[personal profile] gnostalgia 2019-06-07 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ every word out of his mouth makes her more and more angry, and her eyes narrow as she glares at him, waiting until they're both out of the taxi before she'll continue the conversation. a quick "thanks, mac" for the ride, and she hops out, taking another quick drag from her cigarette and turning on samatoki. ]

For your information, I work forty hours a week. I'm not a dewdropper livin on my father's money. I have a house, yeah, but that's all he's ever given me. [ she points her finger right on samatoki's chest and gets into his face, that fiery streak on full display now. ] I gotta work to upkeep it, pay it off, pay for food and whatever else Rose wants to bring home.

[ she takes a breath, another drag, and exhales through her nose. as she evens out her temper and her heart stops hammering between her ears, she realizes something, but roxy won't let him off the hook so easily so she pulls that anger back up by her heel straps and flicks her cigarette into a nearby trashcan. ]

And if you wanted to get all protective big brother on me, you don't have to be such a pill.

[ and with that, she's turning on her mary janes and storming down the path and into the park. ]