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"Help me believe it's not the real me. Somebody get me through this nightmare."
Grayson Wilder
24 || Human-Animal Physiology
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Grayson Wilder with son, Benny Wilder
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[TEXT] what? that doesn't even make sense.
[TEXT] why would eyebrows browse my butt? how can eyebrows browse my butt?
[TEXT] mine made sense. and so, its better.
[TEXT] i might have said dinner. did i say dinner?
I want you to steak your claim on me because our love is so rare. Meat me for dinner?
(Text:) Wow. See, this is a perfect example as to why the flirting should be left to me.
(Text:) I have a good one. Know why they’re called eyebrows?
(Text:) Because they’ll be browsing your arse.
(Text:) Hehehehe.
(Text:) Wait did you say dinner.
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Handyman Grayson working on Fray house c:
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“What the hell?”
Grayson murmured once he spotted a Christmas floatie outside of his dorm door. He had to stop and recount the rooms in the hall to be certain that the dorm playing ‘Last Christmas’ on a deafening level was his --- unfortunately, it was. After a moment of hesitance, Gray stepped through the floatie’s archway and entered his room, and when he did, a look of disgust was exceedingly noticeable on his face. “What the hell?!” Grayson exclaimed louder as he looked from one overly decorated furniture piece to the other. “It looks like Santa walked in here and barfed all over my room!”
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“See, that’s your problem there, Hudson. Paying attention in combat class will help your ass from hitting the floor too much.” Grayson taunted. He continued to search for a way to turn off the simulation; fingers pressing on any and all buttons in sight. Maybe if he paid attention in class too, then he would know how to work this thing. Gray only paused to let out a sneer at Faye’s American accent, “Wow, how very stereotypical. You will not make it in America like that, especially not with your whole biscuit confusing shit. They’re called cookies, Faye.” As soon as the pressed button sunk and a cloud of itty bitty rockets rose from a hidden slot, Gray abandoned all hope of finding the right button and rushed to pull Faye out of harm’s way and into safety. The least she could have done was be grateful, but nooo. “Okay, I just saved your arse. A thank you is what I should be hearing right now.” Gray retorted, standing his ground as anger of five feet and two inches stomped towards him. And once again, a smile threatened to ruin his usual deadpan. The awe of her being so riled up and intimidating (which wasn’t really intimidating, because this is Faye we’re talking about here. BUT IT’S GOOD ENOUGH.) wouldn’t have been so obvious if it weren’t for that same respect that shone as he stared at her. “Awe, look at you. You’re scowling. Am I rubbing off on you?” He joked lightly before letting out a small sigh. “Well Hudson, you made valid points. I will no longer fire baby rockets at you. My bad.”
Oookay...
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“There is no God.” Was all that he replied with in a serious, low voice; only to then have that seriousness break off with an impious grin. When another laser shot at her, Gray huffed and looked down at the panels again. “Y’know, you should really stay out of the training room. Every time you walk in here, you just get your butt kicked.” His finger hovered over several buttons while he spoke. To be honest, Gray didn’t even know what button was the off switch. “—And my impressions are way better than your attempts at being American.” Finally choosing a button, Gray pressed and unleashed an onslaught of little, baby rockets towards Faye. “Huh. So that’s what that button does.” Ah, crap. Abandoning his search for the off switch, Gray rushed over to the door to pull Faye into the control room before the rockets could hit her.
Oookay...
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“No, no. – Wrong button.” Grayson muttered after he had accidentally turned on a simulation course in the training room --- where Faye unfortunately was. “Let’s just blame her for that one.” He noted to himself before he looked up to see Faye panicking at lasers being shot at her. However, instead of rushing out to save her, Grayson just started laughing. His quivered and shoulders shook until he let out a loud laugh once Faye was at the door of the control room, pleading to turn the simulation off. “But you were doing so great.” Gray taunted. His attention fell to the panels and he leaned over to press on the button of the intercom. Then, in his best Jigsaw voice, he said, “I want to play a game.” Before letting out another snicker.
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How do I turn this thing off? (Faye talks to herself, looking around the simulation she’d accidentally set off in the training room. Suddenly, she throws herself to the ground, narrowly dodging the lasers that were fired her way. Quickly scrambling for the door, she begins banging on it heavily, leaning her head towards the crack in it.) Hello! Hello! Off switch… oh, god.. press the off switch!
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"It's like, I want to throw you off a cliff, but then rush to the bottom and catch you."
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