”—I can’t sleep.”

bitchoswald:

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      ❝Well… this is awkward.❞
              [ Oh, nice goingOswald. ] 
      ❝’m jus’ gonna…. leave.❞
              [ She pauses. ] 
      ❝Bye——❞

   [ His body is basically stuck in shock,
     he can’t move, speak, breathe—
     nothing. He just continues to stare. ]

bitchoswald:

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      [ She rolls her eyes. ]
            ❝Of course ‘m not—- ‘m a hitwoman,
            not a bloody robber, wait, forget I said
            that—- fuck.

     ”—”
   [ He was silent as he stared at her
     with sorrowful eyes. Every thought 
     that crossed his mind was negative.
     He thought of all the things he hadn’t
     done yet, all the things he hadn’t
     experienced. Great, it ends here—
     nice going Charlie
. ]

realenough:

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  ” ‘ve got a super special secret parking spot,
     I’ll have you know. Costs next to nothing, and
     and I even get cookies on Thursdays.”

   [ She smiles. It pays to be friendly to 
     most people, really. Especially people who
     live five minutes to her university and 
     bake so much she’s always invited to
     cookies and cakes and all kinds of 
     pastries. Not that she’s just being a 
     freeloader, of course— she brings in
     her own tarts and experiments
     when she can. It’s a give and take. ]

  “Well— it’s not that simple, is it?
    I think you have to do it regularly enough
    to be a good person. But you’ve gone and
    taken the first step towards that, and that’s
    already more than the average person 
    does.”

   [ The laughter just about bubbles out of 
      her mouth at that. ]

  “How do you confuse Ellie with Steve?
    And, yeah, it’s not me. I’m twenty-three,
    so I’m ahead of you by a few years.”

     ”You get cookies… I guess I just
      never trust people because all of
      that just sounds too good to be 
      true. They’d probably poison me 
     or something.”

   [ Wow what a optimist, he really did
     wish that he had a more positive
     outlook on life but he couldn’t be
     bothered to turn his life around 
     that much. ]

     ”Should I say thank you again?
       Anyway, how do you not confuse
       the two? We all looked the same
       back then, don’t you think? Don’t
       think of yourself as a grandma
       quite yet— you’ve got time.”

bitchoswald:

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      ❝Oh my God——❞
              [ She can’t stop herself;
              Abigail laughs, totally &
              completely laughs. ] 
      ❝You think ‘m tryin’
       to rob you?❞

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   [ He’s definitely not amused
     by any of this. ]
     ”I don’t know, are you?”

realenough:

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   ”Your sarcasm’s not going to
     help you any, just so you 
     know. My whisk’s still made
     of metal, and I can guarantee
     it’ll hurt when i stab you with it—”

   [ She stops. Squints. ]

    “How do you know Rory?”

  [ She completely ignores his
    ‘compliment’ and rolls her
    eyes at the question. He was
    the one barging in on someone
    else’s flat, so why’d he sound so
    surprised that there was actually
    someone in it? ]

     ”Seein’ as you’re actually intrudin’
      on my property, ‘m not about to
      answer any of your questions until
      you answer mine. Who are you, and
      how the bloody hell did you get in
      my house?”

   [ He finds the whole situation amusing to
     say the least. Anyone with some sense
     would probably be terrified of being charged
     with breaking and entering but not Liam. ]

     ”How do you know Rory?”

   [ He echoes her actually confused for a minute.
     Seeing that she’s getting irritated he complies—
     as much fun as it’d be to get a rise out of her,
     Rory would probably kill him. ]

     ”I’m Liam, hi. Now, put the weapon down.
      Rory gave me his address when I saw him
      in the states last and told me to visit— well,
      I’m here!”

   [ Sure he could’ve called but he expected Rory
      to be here, not this chick. ]

     ”Who are you though? Rory didn’t tell me about
       you?”

notxmuch:

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     ”You and me both.”

     ”Guess we’re stuck to the microwave, man.”

bitchoswald:

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      ❝You sure about that, kid? I mean,
      if you’re shuttering, you’ve gotta be
      doing something, right?❞
                        [ Abigail’s teasing. ]

     ”Look—”
   [ He pulls his wallet from his pocket
     and holds it out in front of him. ] 
     ”If you’re looking for food or money
      take it, just don’t stab me for the
      hell of it.”

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