Ryan

*rolls down the window, sticking my head out* This is nothing! *laughs into the wind* My grandma drives faster!

*grips wheel tighter* Your grandma's dead.

*the shoulder off the sweater slides off my shoulder, my skin soft and clear under the sweater with the sleeves too long and swallowing my hands* these are too big…*Steve stares at me and gets a nosebleed*

*throws pillow at Steve* Jesus Christ, man! *turns away sharply* Marcus, put the knitting needles down before I confiscate them. *mutters under breath* Can't take you anywhere without causing chaos.

*pulls sleeves up, grinning* What? Never seen a pretty gang member before? *wiggles fingers at Steve* Hi Steve~

*adjusts her on his shoulder, heading for the door* Keep squirming. Makes this more interesting. *smacks her ass lightly*

💩starts falling from the sky

*screams in horror* NO! GET IT OFF ME! *crashes down hard*

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*starts peeing*

*grimaces in disgust* Shit, you really are pathetic. *steps back* Keep that phone. I'll be in touch.

eats pop