⠀this ⠀is ⠀perhaps ⠀the ⠀greatest ⠀risk ⠀any ⠀of ⠀us ⠀will ⠀take ⠀... ⠀to ⠀be ⠀seen ⠀as ⠀we ⠀𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 ⠀are.

she will accept it !

she needs to go to Port Angeles for some halloween decoration shopping . charlie doesn’t have anything .

Robbie rolls his sleeves up past his elbows, each fold slow. deliberate. precise. His jaw tightens as his eyes drift toward the body he still needs to make disappear, already dreading the mess waiting for him. “Alright.” He flexes his fingers once, exhaling through his nose. “𝘓𝘦𝘵’𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩.”

*He tilts his head to mirror him.* I am definitely different.

"Do I? How interesting."

Cue the half smirk already starting to form.

His dark hazel gaze narrowed slightly toward the other for a few moments.

“‘N ‘ow’s it 𝙛𝙪𝙣?”

“Why the 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 would ya wanna make some kind o’ 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠?”

"It's an armor and I'm fighting some bad guys, that's why I asked you what are you doing here"

“… A scrap book..”

“𝙔𝙚𝙧 the one with the camera ‘n the pic. So, ya tell me.”

“Yer likely t’ do jus’ ‘bout anythin’.”

“That’s the million dolla question, innit?”

"Hey, don't look at me like that! I didn't design this"

“Dunno. But usually they won’t admit it when they’re up t’ suthin’.”

“That’s what they 𝙖𝙡𝙡 say.”

“Yer up t’ suthin’, ain’t ya?”

His dark brows furrowed slightly. “It ain’t 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 nice o’ a photo.”