incartoonhell:

_{❝–Egad! There’s no time for that, woman! MY ENTIRE WORLD HAS BEEN TURNED UPSIDE DOWN!❞ Can you hear it? The strain of his voice? The ache that pained him so? It was like a prickly needle that wouldn’t stop infecting him with god knows how many chemicals that would ultimately shorten his lifespan, but also make him taller in the process. This was hell–this was war.}

_{❝So I’m on my way to get some Chicken Fries from Burger King… which are goddamn AMAZING, by the way. I always thought Burger King was the Walmart of Fast Food, but those crispy delights proved me wrong. …Oh right–anyway. I’m on my way back to my crib, turning on the radio like usual… WHEN A SONG CALLED SAFETY DANCE COMES ON… AND IT WASN’T BY THE MEN IN HATS. It was by some MOOKS called “Saturday Night”! What kind of schloppy name is that?!❞}

     There was sigh, hefty and heaved out of her chest with the force of someone or something bigger than she making it visible for all to see. Arms fell from their upward raise and over her chest as she tilted her head at the jumble of wayward thoughts being thrown her way. Her nose crinkled and her brows furrowed down and one hand was offered for him to hold in his time of crisis despite the abrupt shrug off of her suggestion which served as a mild annoyance, evident only in her deepening pout. There’s a beat or two missed after he finished-    silence in the face of a crumbling world before she spoke again: “Are you telling me you have a driver’s license?”

“That’s not…that’s defiantly by the Men In Hats Wade. Saturday Night Safety dance is a totally different thing. You’re gonna have to trust me. Safety Dance is Lockheed’s favorite thing to play when he DJ’s on the weekend. I know Safety Dance.”

Nov 22 14:05 ( ♥ 2 )