Sᴛᴇᴠᴇ Fᴏx. 🇬🇧

❝ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴇʜ?❞ ↴ • ᴛᴇᴋᴋᴇɴ / ᴍᴠʀᴘ. • ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟ. • sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇɴ. • sᴇʀɪᴏᴜs & ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ. • ᴍᴜʟᴛɪsʜɪᴘs ᴡ/ ᴄʜᴇᴍ. • ɴsғᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ᴅᴍ. ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴜsᴇ ʙʏ #Cʀᴏᴄᴇʟʟ.

"Guilty as charged. Probably shouldn't stand behind me for another 20 minutes or so... just to be safe."

||: I'm still here, sorry for the slow responses! It's been a heck of a week. Got a new job so that's been taking up a lot of my time, but I've also been really sick in between. I sound and feel like I've been deepthroating a cactus. Replies coming soon!

"Protein powder makes your farts smell terrible. Don't ask how I know."

The sandwich was now beautifully devoured, with just a light smearing of jam on his lip. He always was a messy eater. "Bea. U. Tiful."

She just might be his favourite aunt ever. He unwraps it immediately and devours it, his face lighting up with delight.

He's currently jump-roping, working up a real sweat.

||: 10/10 homiesexual right here 🥊

Oooh. He just so happens to adore them. Room for one more?

"Do you ever look at someone and think 'you deserve a punch to the face'? I don't. But my friend Feve Stox does. Bloody Feve. Always getting himself into trouble."

“Someone really ruffled your feathers, didn’t they?”

"Oh, I'm the same. I'm not above admitting I'm apart of that same crowd I was just complaining about. I might be an arsehole, but at least I'm a sᴇʟғ-ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ arsehole." He shrugged, again flashing her a playful wink. "I'm not in it for the money. I just play for sport."

"Confirmed. 'Rang fucks the most."

Sniff. Sniff. He smells ᴛᴇᴀ in the air. Now he fancies a cuppa.

A gentle chuckle escaped him, yet he swiftly shook his head in response to the compliment, appreciative yet downplaying it. “We’ve all got our own reasons for being here. Admittedly, some better than others… but I try not to judge.” A lie. He judged harshly, and frequently.