“This isn’t what it looks like.”
“… Huh, really? Cos it looks like me having to bail you out. You are explaining what happened, no ifs, ands or buts,”

“This isn’t what it looks like.”
“… Huh, really? Cos it looks like me having to bail you out. You are explaining what happened, no ifs, ands or buts,”


“Uh… Wai… Veata are you thinking straight?”
” — They haven’t, I suppose.” Cue the shrug. “I’m actually 21, I’ve just got very good genes.” She’s actually much older, but she’s not the type of person to just around and tell everybody that she’s a vampire.

“Hah, I swear 21’s starting to look younger and younger,” Fallon gave a small snort as she took a gulp of whiskey, gesturing to the bartender. “Let me buy you something, I have enough money to burn. What do you drink?”
(via ofmonstrosity-blog)
“—Should see the other guy.”

“Geez bud, you want a hand with that?”
“That’s a nice bow you got on you, ya mind lowering it?”


“Apparently you gotta be doing back flips for the bartender to get you a damn drink,”