_{❛   i’ve got ya’ cornered.   ❜   is breathed into the ominous twilight.  it’s taunting and enticing all the same as it is chilling.  he’s handicapped, unable to perceive what’s past his nose.  yet eagerness tails him towards the stirring.  some of him hopes it’s going to pay off.  all those searches.  part of him hopes it’s just a stray.  as laden boots crush the dirt beneath the sole, it separates the pebbles and creates more of an ,,intimidating’‘ effect.  bent at the knees, he reached for his back pocket.  calloused appendages efficiently pivoting the butterfly knife.  the blunt end positioned inward.   ❛   come on out.   ❜   he spat.}     

                     ° • ( @wastelandmessiah / sc.

     _{❛   you don’t happen to have a lighter on you, right ?   ❜   he drawled inaudibly, demise itself suspended on lips whilst scrambling desperately at his pockets to no avail.  sh*t.  double—checking in case this presented like a cheap ruse to make conversation.  the lackluster of fluorescent made her look much older than she was.   double sh*t.   ❛   i’ve asked everybody here and nobody’s got one. you could be my savin’ grace.   ❜} 

                       ° • ( @thickcrskiin / sc.

     _{❛   hey you do shots ?   ❜   following when the stranger entered, he’s been gawked at like prey.  robert knew he could be a victim of a façade inclusion to ninety—five percent of the casuals there, including himself.  he beckoned the bartender for two shots.  if it so happened he was declined, well, ^{BOTTOMS UP}.   ❛   don’ worry, you can say no.   ❜   hands defensively lifted in a ,,i’m a cool guy’‘ type of way.  sure he didn’t kiss—and—tell but he had manners, respect for people, and their personal space.  he was presently sat at one end of the bar, how much further could he have got ?}

                       ° • ( @magetricks / sc.

     _{❛   mornin’ pastor.   ❜   robert kicked with arms folded and a veered stance.  the look from excitement to a dullness upon recognition, bubbled a snort from coarse lips.  too easy.   ❛   hmm.. not tickling ya’ goat today ?  ❜   translation: joseph gave bizarre reactions.  this, whatever this was, was a routine.  to banter, foreplay, and have the bait taken by joseph.  yet by the looks of his mislaid sweater, which draped his shoulders usually symmetrically, were heavy on the adjacent side.  baby—blue orbs weren’t as dynamic and hid within in the dimensions of gloom.  there was no eye contact either.  small couldn’t come to say it, but this dad still looked good on his ,,blah’‘ days.   ❛   you look like you could use a drink.   ❜   though always to decline the rebel tried.} 

                 ° • ( @cool-youth-minister-dad / sc.

      _{❛  hey lad — eh, ’xcuse me.  ❜   he polished up his politesse and drew up the miscellaneous item.  now he didn’t think to make up the stretch that was, she had already bridged the street and he was only a few businesses down from the commonplace.  the ginger of whiskey made his mouth moisten and his chivalry sway.  hence to break his stride to pick up whatever—the—hell this girl dropped, must have meant something.  the subconscious was responsible for being immoderately observant.  the man’s boots kicked up gravel as he sparsely jogged to cross the street; missed death.  ^{❛  NOT TODAY SATAN  ❜}  he  sneered.  right, reality.  ❛  ya’ dropped this. your.. uh what the h*ll is this ?  ❜} 

                     ° • ( @orxngeblossoms / sc.

      _{❛  you lost ?  ❜   the ragged man’s overgrown brow rose.  this fresh meat was an unfamiliar face at KIM & JIM’S and boy—toy didn’t get the memo that it wasn’t formal attire.  how he made it two feet out of his fancy—schmancy limousine is astonishing.  robert snorted and kept his somber hues forward, consequential to the frames on the television that was showing a rerun of ^{THE GAME}.  he didn’t have to take a second gander to satisfy that he had this stranger’s attention.  at least he was down to earth ( sorta ).  couldn’t let mary get to the poor thing as she could pass for a cryptid herself; a CASHacabra.   ❛  if you are, better be careful lookin’ like that.  ❜}

                  ° • ( @takiingbackthecrown / sc.

     _{❛  — let me get this straight.. you’re an orphan ?  ❜   he forthrightly inquired.   ❛  no wait. you said somethin’ about siblings right ?  ❜   hell he was an awful listener.   ❛  ..hmm i don’t remember any blondes.  ❜  it came out as a murmur.  altering his posture and repossessing some colour to his previously haggard expression, he crammed his hands into his pockets and booted the dirt.   ❛  ..look what do you want from me ? mcfriday’s or somethin’, i don’t have all day.  ❜}  

                      ° • ( @bandicuute / sc.