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eighteen . owns the diner . pan . tags; axel
- "what can i say? i'd do it for the free food." juniper said, dead serious as she leaned against the empty chair again. not breaking eye contact as she reached over and stole a fry. she hummed contentedly when she bit into it, papa always made the best. "hm, a tattoo. how joyful to be stabbed with needles thousands of times per second. show me what your thinking." she continued and leaned forward a bit more, fingers lightly tapping the wooden table, a habit she had that always showed itself when she was anxious or bored. even she couldn't tell most days, at least today she knew what was bothering her, but maybe distracting herself would help.
ALASKA VAN
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twenty one . writer . bi . tags; open
- (i'm gonna open her up so if anyone wants to tag her, feel free!)