Easton gave a brief smile and walked back over to the table he and Florence had been at. That's the first productive thing I've done this week. He thought blankly, sitting back down in the seat he'd been in before speaking to Sol. Florence was leaned over the table slightly, facing off to the side and speaking to a boy that looked as if he was still in high school.
"Oh, wait, they get bigger?" Florence asked the boy, still oblivious to the fact that Easton had come back to the table.
(So like the next day or something a villain could just fuck shit up and Easton texts Sol after she messages him so he knows her number too.)
Yeah, maybe it could become an organized thing with the villains…or just something where they all join in?))
Screw it, I'm having Heath kill someone//
Easton gave a brief smile and walked back over to the table he and Florence had been at. That's the first productive thing I've done this week. He thought blankly, sitting back down in the seat he'd been in before speaking to Sol. Florence was leaned over the table slightly, facing off to the side and speaking to a boy that looked as if he was still in high school.
"Oh, wait, they get bigger?" Florence asked the boy, still oblivious to the fact that Easton had come back to the table.
Yes they do Miss Florence until there full lighting and as big the the Empire State Building though I seem to be the only one to have them….” his voice trails off kinda sad.
Screw it, I'm having Heath kill someone//
(Noooo my baby what happened to acting like a ten year old with a sugar high)
Screw it, I'm having Heath kill someone//
(Noooo my baby what happened to acting like a ten year old with a sugar high)
A murderous ten year old on a sugar high//
Gtg to bed gn!)
Gn, we'll see you tomorrow!))
Screw it, I'm having Heath kill someone//
(Noooo my baby what happened to acting like a ten year old with a sugar high)
A murderous ten year old on a sugar high//
(You're making my job very difficult.)
Screw it, I'm having Heath kill someone//
(Noooo my baby what happened to acting like a ten year old with a sugar high)
A murderous ten year old on a sugar high//
(You're making my job very difficult.)
I know.///
(This is mean you're going to make me have to attack him, won't you)
Screw it, I'm having Heath kill someone//
(Noooo my baby what happened to acting like a ten year old with a sugar high)
A murderous ten year old on a sugar high//
(You're making my job very difficult.)
I know.///
(This is mean you're going to make me have to attack him, won't you)
Maybe… Know I just have figure out what is going to make him tick.//
(Tick in a good way or bad..?)
Sol took out her phone and shot a message at Easton saying check to make sure she got the right number and typed nothing wrong.
(Why do you do this to meeeeeeeeeee)
(Can we get back into the rp? ⚆ _ ⚆)
Yeah, I just need to figure out a trigger//
(Can we start trying to get home and move onto the next day? Also, can it be a Saturday so Sol will actually be able to go places during the beginning of the day?)
Sol took out her phone and shot a message at Easton saying check to make sure she got the right number and typed nothing wrong.
A few moments after he had sat down, he heard the jingle coming from his phone that happened when he got a text. Taking it out of his back pocket, Easton unlocked it and went into his messages to see something that said check from an unknown number. He sent back a thumbs up as well as the words, Is this Sol?
(Yeah, a time skip is fine! I'll have to catch Alexandria up tomorrow, but we can go ahead and do one.))
Heath looked down at his watch, noticing it was closing time. He walked out from behind the counter. "Pardon me, It's closing time." He said, his voice projecting through the small cafe.
