ᅠ 𝟬͟𝟭͟.ᅠ𝒂𝒏ᅠ𝒂𝒄𝐭ᅠ𝐨𝐟ᅠ𝐦𝐞𝐫𝗰𝘆ᅠ

// reunited with apollo again heart eyes

// guys college is kicking my ass, i'm not god's strongest soldier, but ww probably is i'll be active in a few days

ᅠ ' well i do the lord's work and he keeps me alive. ' a pat to his chest. ' and you? what's keepin you on god's good earth? ' ᅠ

ᅠ red spilt and splattered speckles upon his shoe. there's a wildness in his eyes, unrecognizable to people who knew him. nico walks over and presses the barrel to her head. ' do not call me friend either, we're none of that. ' ᅠ

ᅠ ' well we have some history, i'm a pacifist and all, so we got along just fine. ' much of it a lie, but uttered with and unshakable confidence. ᅠ

ᅠ you, miss reporter. ( gentle forehead flick. ) ᅠ

ᅠ ' not that slippery, maybe lure him with donuts. he loves the things. ' wolfwood uses the free hand to pull a cig and place it betwen his lips. ' if you ain't shootin, he ain't runnin. ' ᅠ

ᅠ ' plenty have, but the man upstairs has my back. ' hand pulled away, he continues on. ' anyways, yeah that outlaw ain't far. ' ᅠ

⠀ strums guitar. 🤠 ⠀

ᅠ ' wolfwood. ' he stuck a hand out. ' nicolás d. wolfwood. ' ᅠ

ᅠ wouldn't you like to know, weather girl. ᅠ