Oh,shit.

nina-delarosa:

She wasn’t exactly sure how to respond to that comment. Without the intention of ignoring her, she knelt beside her and went for the bag that had been tipped over with it’s contents on the verge of spewing out. She hesitated when she saw her sleeve tattoo. “Nice sleeve,”

Not wanting to be rude, I try to smile.

knowing I did a pretty poor job. “ uh thanks, they're pretty fresh.” nodding my head towards her. “You got any?”

Oh,shit.

peyton-keating:

nina-delarosa:

“I bet…” She said sarcastically, realizing how bad it sounded after. “I meant to not getting an STD…” She added awkwardly.

“Peg me more of a Russian Opera girl? ” She joked condescendingly.

“ I’ll have you know miss sassy that I’m a very sexy lady.” I wink 

“ Nah, I pegged you more for classic or even jazz.” 

Oh,shit.

nina-delarosa:

“Three words, want a ride?” She rebuked, dangling her keys after locking her front door. Nina ought to be nice for once.

“ Five words. Yes please and thank you. Aha, Thats probably the only time youre gonna hear those works out of my mouth, is there any place in particular that you know is hiring?- hey, wait is this your way of saying sorry, cause that ain’t gonna cut it” I raise my eyebrow at her.

“ I would appreciate a REAL apology.”

Job Searching

nina-delarosa:

“I…didn’t ask about Shawn. But cool. Is he your boyfriend?” She inquired, snooping a little more than she needed to as usual.

“My band is The Clash,”

“ Ah no hahaha. I bet he wishes.”

“He’s a good mate of mine Plus he’s a hoe soo.. I’d rather not get an STD.” I pause. “ Damn really? I didn’t peg you for that music type.”

Oh,shit.

peyton-keating:

nina-delarosa:

“Oh, wow. That is fresh,” She stared at her arm for a moment more, frustrated that she couldn’t make out the meaning of it. “What is it exactly?”

“Oh, my name?” She chuckled to herself, because it definitely didn’t fly over anyone’s head. She always forgets to mention her name. “My name’s Nina, what’s yours?”

“ Sorry to disappoint but that's a story for another day.” I lick my lips uncomfortably.

“Nina.. I never heard that one before. I’m Peyton, you from around here?” I wonder where she's from. she seems different.

Oh,shit.

missrosalyngrace:

“ Sorry if Nina was mean to you, she tends to do that sometimes.” I say, wanting to console her. “Oh, and by the way, I wouldn’t tell anybody either. Got no-one to tell, except for Munchie here, but he is much more interested in his little buddy over there.” I say gesturing towards the little kitten laying on his back playing with his toy mouse. 

“Uhh…sure. Oh right! Your lighter.” I hop up, spilling a little of my hot-cocoa on myself, making me groan. Nonetheless, I go over to my kitchen and reach on my utmost tiptoes to grab the lighter I keep at the top of my fridge. Going over to the peculiar woman sitting on my beloved love seat, I extend my arm, offering up the lighter. “Well, if you’re going to tell me that story of yours, I think you’ll need this.” 

“ He’s cute. Had him for long? Uh... does Munchie stand for something?

“ Awesome thanks.” I scoot to sit on one butt cheek to grab the pack of cigs out of my pocket. I take one out and place it between my lips. using the lighter I light it up and take a really long drag and blow it out away from Rosie and her kitty

I look downwards feeling angry about it. I cough to clear my throat. “ Now where to begin my beautiful story...” 

Knock, knock.

Count me in!!

If I made a Fjorester discord server, is that something people would be interested in joining? I feel like there’s more of us than we all think, and I’d love to actually talk to everyone more!

missrosalyngrace:

A knock interrupts me from an episode of Veronica Mars. I push the pause button a little too aggressively and pad my way over to the door. I open the door, feeling conscious of my polka dot onesie and bunnie slippers. “Hello?” I ask timidly. I look up to see a slightly disheveled woman with dark cropped hair and wicked sleeve tattoos.. 

Oh. It’s my new neighbor.

“ Um uh hey...” I mumble.

Damn it, get it together. “ Is there any chance you got some batteries- and maybe even a lighter?!” I rush to get it out. Ugh I don’t like asking for help.

Knock, knock.

missrosalyngrace:

“What kind of Burglar asks for batteries? Anyway, once you have some of my hot-cocoa you’ll be more likely to kidnap me so I can produce more, providing that you like hot-cocoa which I’m going to assume you do, since you said yes to my offer.” After finishing my ramble I blush, I haven’t done THAT in while.

 I wave an uncoordinated hand, ushering her in.

“Thanks, uh you’re looking a little red? Are you okay? If you’re scared I’m gonna kidnap you. I’m 19, what am I gonna do? Tickle you? I’m a lazy ass. It’s to much effort to kidnap you.” I rush to make her think I’m not a creepy kidnapping person. ‘uh if you're still up giving me those batteries and a lighter if you have it. I can leave straight away if you want.” 

Knock, knock.

peyton-keating:

nina-delarosa:

Yea, something like that. And, I don’t know… that’s kind of why I’m asking.

Let me get back to you on that.

awww pweaaassseeee. Puppy dog eyes initiating. I promise I won’t bug you to much. 

Has anyone seen Moana?