hafta take a rain check on that'un, i think."

be seen tucked away on the inside of the wallet. alexei'a eyes briefly meet those of clementine — what would she think of this?

his hand hesitates, hovering over the bills in his wallet, before letting a calloused hand snap it shut, shaking his head with chuckle.

"you tickle me pink, darlin'. I'll

&&. "what's this? a slush-y? the hell is a slush-y?"

&&. alexei is also too white but not broke, but he'd try anything if it made will happy

&&. justice for the moldy peaches