{ fightor-xdie: }

          ❝Firstly, I don’t care.❞

                        { Honestly, the amount of people who arrived
                           unannounced at the loft asking for Derek; she
                           was beginning to feel like his pimp. }

                                                 ❝And secondly, he’s not here. Next time,
                                                   call first.❞ 

          ░▌█ ▌—「♠」

   [ lord give her the strength not to run that pretty little mouth of hers straight into a ditch, face down, wearing a shade of ’death’ that wouldn’t likely compliment her strawberry blonde hair & hazel hues —- of which she was in the process of rolling quite dramatically. & cue the step forward. inviting herself into homes she wasn’t welcome in could certainly be considered new territory; but nothing lydia martin couldn’t conquer accordingly. ]

                     ❝i did call —— him, i mean. & he said he’d be here. so, i guess that makes you stuck with me until he gets back. merry christmas.❞