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james-jfc:

swingingfromchandeliers:

james-jfc:

“Ramon Erins.” alt text

"Nice meeting you, Ramon."

“You too…. I don’t know your name.” alt text

james-jfc:

swingingfromchandeliers:

james-jfc:

“Yeah, I don’t really have a good experience with the medical professions.” alt text

"What’s your name?"

“Ramon Erins.” alt text

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james-jfc:

swingingfromchandeliers:

james-jfc:

“Yeah… Might wanna get that checked out, Fuzzy sweater.” alt text

"Yeah.. Maybe later. I don’t like the doctors though." Pausing he shook his head. "And they don’t like me."

“Yeah, I don’t really have a good experience with the medical professions.” alt text

james-jfc:

"I thought about it. But, anxiety meds seem more important." Feeling at his shirt he smiled. "This is really soft."

“Yeah… Might wanna get that checked out, Fuzzy sweater.” alt text

layla-alexander:

swingingfromchandeliers:

"What?" Ramon asked, narrowing his eyes at the person staring across from him.

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Um. Nothing??

“You sure ‘bout that?” alt text

james-jfc:

swingingfromchandeliers:

Ramon narrowed his eyes, taking a step back. “You’re a special kind of weird, ain’t ya?” alt text

"Yep!" Laughing he tilts his head. "Least that’s what everyone tells me."

“Ever thought about ADHD medication?” alt text

"Like, seriously your eyes are amazing." James smiled leaning forward. "But, hi I’m James."

Ramon narrowed his eyes, taking a step back. “You’re a special kind of weird, ain’t ya?” alt text

"What?" Ramon asked, narrowing his eyes at the person staring across from him.

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fuck-jaxx:

swingingfromchandeliers:

"No matter how long ya stare, I’m gonna look the same."

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Okie dokie, then.

Glad that we established that. alt text