𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖊𝖓 ~🌻

《 ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ . . . ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴꜱ. 》 — ( 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒏 ♡ 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 ) — Original Character. nsfw. Bi. Multiship/ship w chem. #strp (More info below) – ♡ +↻

//switching over phones in a few days and i forgot my password and for whatever reason twitter disconnected my email so if I'm unable to get back into the acct i might just make a new one 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

/ oop. BYE I think that's me isn't it? 😳🤚

what needs to be acknowledged? there's no one there. just some v e r y aggressive u h h . . . 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙 ! ! - that's she's certainly going to slap if it keeps (poking) her. another huff leaves her lips, and her eyes roll to back of her head.

"nah, lying's easy. problem is, i just don't have the effort-" shit jobs require a bit of pretending. "to make it sound convincing, let alone . . " she crosses her arms, and rests for a moment. gaze slowly drifting down; fixated on him. "𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙩. in this case."

nope. no he's definitely N O T here. . . she takes it upon herself to take a few steps foward. grumbling shuffled words under her breath. blocking him out. ( amazing is a bit presumptuous.)

grumbles. sighs. closes her eyes. flinches in the opposite direction. she can't see him. 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

"not sure if you know this- but it's not easy building conviction after years of . . . being an as-" cutting herself off, she drops her hands; defensively holding them up to her sides. whatever rant he's on, she'd rather not provoke him further. "whatever man. ."

"think we can perhaps flashback to- about five minutes ago when that's all you wanted to do?" she's giving him a few feets distance, arms folded around her chest. "or would you rather get angry the moment someone doesn't automatically trust you?"

"you know how easy and- quite frankly cheesy that line sounds? it's one thing to say it . . ." stretches her lips into a sneer; giving him a quick once over with rolled eyes. "-totally another to believe that bullshit."

what like a game- a challenge, some secret password? hate to break to you, but i'm not quite sure that's how this works.

oh- well then . . . aren't you totally convincing!

. . . . don't — . . think that pet name you've decided to call me is helping your case much.

/ had that steve blocked for months but didn't realize they had other accounts. Gross.

" well i'm only /so/ good of an actor . . ." a huff of self-dissapointment. she moves a few dark curls up and out of her face. " less, ass kissing. more genuine-" a slow nod turns into a disagreeing scowl. "no I'm not sure i can pull that off."

she puckers her lips, a slight sourness tinging at the back of her throat. trying her very hardest not to form a smile from his reaction. "what? not believable enough? should i try again?"

" would you like me to lie then?" she pauses. Lifting her voice higher; eyes fluttering. "the store was . . absolutely /𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨/ and you certainly didn't look like a dork in donald duck's wardrobe."