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‘selective’ meaning i won't always follow back. but, I'm always up for plotting && threading! i'm happy to be tagged in anything and my ask is always open!~ ↳ Lauren
she stops the car & waits until he is seated before driving off again. when she took the keys this morning she didn’t exactly have a plan for the day. so the brunette glance to murphy ; an eyebrow arching & a small grin on pink petals.
❛ ahh…that is still a mystery for both me and you.❜
Shoulders pressing back into the seat, readjusting his position to be halfway turned towards Octavia. And when he settles, leaning across the
car to switch on the radio. Dial turned low, it’s a pleasant soundtrack to
wherever their conversation ventured.
❝ How much does your brother know about this ADVENTURE of ours? ❞
❝ So what’d you do to get stuck in the smoker with the likes of me? ❞ It was strange. Bellamy’s precious baby sister had be forced into the same cramped, wooden hut to work alongside him and the roaring fire. Arguably the worst job in the camp, it was a PUNISHMENT. There had to be a reason for her presence. No one would volunteer for this.