a dependent multimuse penned by sam ( she / her, twenty - six, est ) for nepofm.
🇸🇦🇬🇪 🇹🇪🇱🇱🇪🇷 — introduction.
🇦🇳🇩🇷🇪🇼 🇰🇪🇳🇹 — introduction.

Kiana Khansmith
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
d e v o n
tumblr dot com
almost home
occasionally subtle
Cosmic Funnies
KIROKAZE
Misplaced Lens Cap
styofa doing anything
Show & Tell
No title available
Cosimo Galluzzi
Stranger Things
cherry valley forever

if i look back, i am lost
noise dept.
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

titsay
ojovivo

seen from Japan
seen from Spain

seen from Malaysia

seen from Singapore

seen from United Arab Emirates
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from Mexico

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Algeria

seen from Czechia
seen from Czechia

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia
seen from Russia
seen from France
@allinmymincl
a dependent multimuse penned by sam ( she / her, twenty - six, est ) for nepofm.
🇸🇦🇬🇪 🇹🇪🇱🇱🇪🇷 — introduction.
🇦🇳🇩🇷🇪🇼 🇰🇪🇳🇹 — introduction.
dark eyes blink at him with amusement , trying not to laugh in case it gives the wrong idea . winnie had just spent so l o n g listening to him go on and on with no signs of stopping , and it's not really a problem per say but there was something a little funny about how every time she opened her mouth to respond , he got started up all over again . “ are you aware that i haven't been able to answer a single one of your questions yet ? i'm trying so hard , but you're on a roll . ” // @allinmymincl
winnie's question stumps him for a moment. drew realizes that he hadn't really been concerned with whether or not she was actually responding to any of his questions. "you seem bizarrely confident that i haven't been brushing up on my telepathy skills recently — i mean, i definitely haven't been. i'm not even sure that it's a learnable skill," he admits with a shrug, "but did you know that ? it's a slippery slope to be making assumptions all willy - nilly," drew points out, "transmits some severe ' i definitely don't like horror ' vibes." / @lovesues
closed starter ›› @allinmymincl where: some cafe around noon.
damon didn't often venture outside the office for lunch, having it at his desk allowed him to also work during the short break, but after a morning of endless meetings, he'd needed some fresh air. quiet was also desired and for a few minutes after sitting down he thought himself in possession of it. until he noticed drew approaching. damon sighed. he set his fork down and waited until the other was standing beside the table. ❝ can i help you? ❞
as vice president of the northeastern chapter of the national scream fanclub, drew naturally feels a responsibility to deliver the group's wishlist for the upcoming movie to the director since he happens to know damon personally — or, well, he knows of damon, at least, which did not get him through the front gates back at the studio for some reason. maybe he should've tried showing his fanclub membership card to security ? it identifies him as the vice president and everything. "i have notes for you." a manila folder stuffed sloppily with papers hits the table with a solid thud as drew slides into the seat across from the director. "where should we start ? plot ideas ? ghostface suspects ? what's your plan to get neve campbell to come back ? oh, and have you spoken to wes via ouija board yet ? if you have, can you give me some tips because i've never gotten through to him and trust me, it is not for lack of trying. speaking of fanmail, what're the chances that you could get matthew lillard to answer mine ? stu's my favorite ghostface. is he coming back ? don't think we forgot about that line in six," drew warns damon, solemnly sliding the overstuffed folder across the table. "see pages 74 through 289 for more on that." / @stereotypcs
open starter / @nepofmstarters
❛ you really want to argue right now ? it's a party , babe , i'm partying . just chill , ❜ rolled bored hues . femme thought that having no strings attached would give her the freedom to do whatever she wants . but there was her boy toy of the week throwing a tantrum because he saw natasha flirting with someone else . ❛ i would love to talk about your feelings all night , but my friend is calling me , so see you later ! ❜ started walking away , ignoring him calling her name . stopping in front of the first familiar face blonde saw . ❛ just pretend to talk to me about something important until that guy gets tired and leaves , thank you , ❜ digits taking the drink out of their hand , taking a sip . ❛ ew , what is this ? ❜
sage reacts a mere moment too late to keep his drink, the very tips of his fingers just barely brushing the cold glass as it's torn from his grasp. "it's an old - fashioned with extra bitters. keep it," he offers despite her reaction to its flavor. not like he wants it back now anyway. "it's kind of an acquired taste." his gaze drifts over the blonde's shoulder, but he can't tell who that guy is because there are plenty of options who fit that vague description in his field of vision. "what's the story ? " he inquires regardless, "you some kind of serial drink thief or something ? 'cause i'm not really looking for a ' barhopping bonnie and clyde ' type of situationship right now." or any situationship at all. "got a cousin who might be interested, but you gotta be cool with shitty indie pop music and the ever - present stench of cigarette smoke or that's a no - go." / @natashasfm
sofia chuckles at his scoff, she lightly waves her hand dismissively of it. the sentiment still warms her heart and she considers all the ways she could bring it up with sage in the future but for now she lets it go as she settles herself back into her seat. " oh really ? no service ? that sucks so much, to be honest i have no idea if i had service, maybe next time we should go with walkie-talkies. cute little ones, with like barbie on it or something. " she motions a fake one with her hands " shut up ! they had vegan ice cream ? i didn't get to it, damn i hate that so much. i'm never leaving your side ever again, you always find the good stuff. " she says playfully. @allinmymincl
he figures out that her walkie - talkie suggestion is a joke before approving of the idea. fortunately. at the very last second. sage rolls his eyes instead. "you gotta say ' over ' when you're done talking on a walkie - talkie," he mutters to sofia, "even a pretend walkie - talkie. weren't you paying attention during the part where they explained this in the barbie movie ? " sage, of course, knows that there was no mention of walkie - talkies in the movie ironically thanks to sofia, who had recently dragged him to a movie theater that looked like it had been doused in pepto bismol. "they had vegan everything," he nods, "but, new york always has vegan everything and i might know an ice cream place." / @flowcrbcds
“ ugh rip to that destroyed dvd that one time . may it continue to rest . . . in pieces . ” she can’t help but comment . drew making it his mission to bother josie will always be a form of amusement to juno . “ you ever think you’ll get over it ? or are you waiting for the day josie gifts you a replacement ? ” she’ll jest . “ but if it’s not the existence of doppelgangers then what other working theories do you have ? ” juno waggles her brows before letting out a light laugh . “ are we to believe in the existence of parallel universes because that would totally explain why nepoupdates is convinced that jia is related to them and not us . ” // @allinmymincl
his commitment to never allowing what is now known as ' the infamous broken dvd incident of 2007 ' to fade from anyone's memory has nothing to do with a serious grudge and everything to do with how nothing else on earth instills him with the same warm and cozy feeling that he gets from bothering josie seong. "oh, interesting idea. i've never considered getting over it before," he also jests, an index finger tapping his chin as he briefly pretends to mull it over. "well, josie and jia are twins and the sylvia rumor is just that. i'm not totally convinced that she's even a real person. think about it : do you know anyone who's ever actually met her ? or even just seen her in person ? how come no one's ever just, like, run into her at the smoothie shop ? everyone goes to jamba juice," he states with all the conviction of someone declaring a universally accepted truth rather than a writer who's using their imagination to craft a tall tale. drew doesn't even like jamba juice himself.
❝ oh my god, cuzzo. we get it ! you were the insufferable prick in the back of the class asking if you could ' play devil's advocate for a second ' ━━ ❞ he put on his best american accent for the impression. he didn't really believe the taunt that slipped past his lips, but if he knew one thing to be true about sage: he loved to argue. ❝ ━━━ no one is refuting that, but we can acknowledge that pop rock doesn't just take from elements of jazz. we can also acknowledge how could of an answer i just gave but hello ? she ? charles aznavour ? not jazzy enough for you ? alright, fine. don't let me be misunderstood by nina simone. you can't argue with that she's the literal queen of jazz. ❞ / @allinmymincl
he decides against pointing out that in order to ' play devil's advocate ' back in his school days, then he would've had to speak before being spoken to in class, which is something he literally never did back then. ( rebranding his timidity as ' a calm, cool, and collected disposition ' might just be the most successful thing he's ever done that he'll never admit to. ) certain that his cousin doesn't actually need reminding, sage rolls his eyes instead. "i never said charles aznavour wasn't enough jazz for me. i didn't say anything about the guy." he approves of the choice, though, just like he approves of kahlil's alternative response. "you can't change your answer." sage shakes his head, however. "that's against the rules." / @lilacrespite
luna couldn't stop smiling. the hand that had once rested on his cheek, came up to hover his rest as he held their cheeks in his hands. soft giggles, the giddy type that were accompanied with butterflies in the stomach and curling toes, continued to slip through as she watched him watch them. they'd kissed him ! the thought rang in her head over and over, and the moment still hadn't passed. the longer he stood there the more they wanted to kiss him again. his playful tangent, spewing a different kind of laughter; one that starter in her stomach and nearly bellowed out of their mouth. they had to turn their had to the side to keep the sound from projecting into his face. they'd started shaking their head as they turned to face him once again; she was fixing her lips for the response when he kissed them again. the first peck left stuck in place. he kissed her ! their mind racing with the implications, and already painting the future the two of them would have together. she hadn't had any time to compose themselves enough to say goodbye when he kissed her again; this time with more certainty, a deliberate showcase of how he felt about her. it was the type of kiss that left her feeling dizzy with surprise; her body so consumed with their surprise that the only part of their body she could get to work were her lips, and they worked along with his for so long when he did pull away their lips remained parted to take in the gust of air her lungs had been missing. the further he walked from her the most in tune with reality they became. but nothing seemed to work as well at pulling them from the haze as the sound of him colliding ( face first ) with a telephone pole outside their home. ❝ oh my god... ❞ they muttered to themselves, making quick movements across the front yard, back to him. ❝ drew ? are you okay ? are you hurt ? ❞ she questioned, her hands coming to rest on either side of his face as her eyes scanned his features. ❝ oh no... you're bleeding. ❞ they frowned. ❝ come back inside, we'll get you cleaned up. ❞
his infamous clumsiness combined with the sturdiness of a solid wooden telephone pole knocks him right to the ground as he grunts, surprised but certain that he isn't hurt — not too badly, anyway. his nose smarts a little, and so curious fingers probe the tender skin as luna kneels beside him. "you can't possibly be surprised that i've fallen for you." he wants to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear or use his thumb to clean the dark lipstick that he must have smudged, but as he glances down at his hand he notices a sticky redness coating his palm. "oh yeah, that's blood. cool." he's probably racked up more injuries of outlandishly varying levels of severity over his lifetime than dewey did in five scream movies. drew is desensitized enough to it that his reaction to getting injured is even pretty much the same as his reaction to watching dewey get injured ... in the first four movies, at least. "i'm good." rising to his feet with only limited use of the telephone pole to help him keep his balance, he closes his bloodied hand over his nose and extends his other hand to help luna up. "should probably call my publisher and reschedule that meeting, though." even though he really does think that he's fine, he and his agent have already had numerous discussions on boardroom etiquette and although he was never really listening, he's going to take a stab at showing up with fresh bloodstains all over his shirt being on the ' improper etiquette ' list that he's never read. "and get cleaned up." which, there's no actual reason he can't go do at his own residence while he makes the call to reschedule his meeting, but rather than start walking again or reach for his phone, drew's clean fingers slip in between luna's. "you don't have to help me though," he tells them anyway.
"this ... might be a weird question." approaches the other, phone in hand. "but ... can i use your face as a character?" / @nepofmstarters
the moment drew sees jia's phone, he thrusts out a hand and attempts to snatch it from her. "can i use your face as a halloween mask ? i'm just getting real sick and tired of losing costume contests to mouth breathers in party city haute couture, y'know ? gimme that ! " drew whines as his attempts to snatch the device from jia's hand are unsuccessful. "i wanna go on your threads account, post ' who is alan moore ? ' and then turn off your phone."
❛ so i can't pick something off superunknown ? where did that 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄 come from ? ❜ letting out a sigh , as if he was about to make the most 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓 decision of his life . tristan took a moment to think before speaking again . ❛ i mean , superunknown was a groundbreaking work . . . so i guess i get your logic . can't pick something so obviously legendary . . . but i mean . . . limo wreck , man . . . and fucking fresh tendril . . . 4th of july ! fucking great album . . . okay , serious answer . . . ❜ tristan shook his head , getting back into the mind set of this very quote unquote serious question that sage had 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 him with . . . did he actually challenge him ? was 𝐀𝐍𝐘 of this to be taken so seriously ? that was all besides the point . ( he knew he had to make his moment count . ) ❛ alright , soundgarden's blow up the outside world . . . final answer . ❜ the brunette answered , hands clapping together once . 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃 with his answer .
rather than point out that there seemed to be a misunderstanding of his suggestion, sage just shrugs at tristan question, now curious about which of his limited options he's going to pick. despite building his entire career and reputation off of talking to ( and at ) others about music, sage actually doesn't often feel the need to ask lots of questions. he's found that one or two strategic queries can usually snag him more information than he was even looking for. he just has to listen, which he does as tristan responds. "you're the first person i've ever asked this question to who's brought up grunge," he points out rather than offering his judgement on the answer. "you're either a contrarian, the only person in the world besides me who still remembers that grunge exists. or," sage permits upon realizing there's at least one more possibility, "maybe i've gotta try and survey a few less pop stars from here on out."
* 𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥 ›› @allinmymincl * 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 ›› dahlia & drew * 𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 ›› bar mario , brooklyn
“ you’re absolutely right . what kind of woman doesn’t have an axe , y’know ? ”
"so this is as cool of a character design as i thought ? " drew flips his tablet around, showing dahlia his unfinished drawing again. "my publisher thinks it's a little too ' over the top ' for her to carry an axe, but, like, she's facing off against a zombified drive - in movie theater employee resurrected through unknown, possibly mystical means. that's a fitting reason to carry an axe if there ever was one, don't you think ? " / @dchlias
they didn't mean to cling. the whole day leading up to his arrival, luna had been reminding herself to play it cool; let things blossom naturally, don't move so fast that their head became dizzy with it and she couldn't tell her left from their right. they could hear izzy's voice in their head telling them to be cautious, not to get so lost in her feelings for him that they couldn't find their way back to civilization. but they were gone the moment he'd arrived. without a walk, or even a sprint; it only took a glance and it was like she was plucked from reality and dropped right into their favorite daydream where he could want them like she wanted him and everything felt right. except, it wasn't so much of a day dream. it was their reality. he'd told her that he liked them, allowed them to hold onto his hand and offered reassuring squeezes as she found it hard to part, and he continued to promise they'd see each other again soon. what else was she meant to think ? she should feel embarrassed by their refusal to let him go, but they don't. his gentle taunt as he's tugged back into their doorway soliciting a soft giggle. ❝ hi drew. ❞ they muttered shyly, their back resting against the opposite frame as he swung their hands between them. though, they didn't stay their for long. he was rambling, but truthfully, luna wasn't hearing a thing he was saying. slowly, his voice tuned out after his offer to go grab them snacks before coming over and all they could hear was something similar to a symphony of strings that would play in all those rom coms from the sixties when the love interest was finally introduced. the only voice they could hear was their own in their head telling them to kiss him. when they began taking steps toward him to close the cap between them it only grew louder and louder; coming completely to a silence once there was practically no space between them. ❝ i'd like that, yeah. ❞ they nod, one hand coming up to rest on the back of his neck, and the other resting her palm against his cheek. ❝ but it has to be soon. ❞ the word leaving her lips against caused them to laugh quietly to themselves, but it was more the giddy nerves to blame as they lifted themselves to his lips. ❝ i'll even give you an incentive. ❞ they breathed gently against his lips, hesitating only for a moment before pressing their lips against his; pressing a slow sweet kiss there. when they pulled away, the bashful knot in their stomach was quick to return and the stumbled a little backing away. ❝ you're going to be late. ❞ she offered, continuously bringing their fingers up to their lips and quickly dropping it as they remembered he was still there. ❝ but text me, yeah ? ❞
he freezes. full - on, stiff as frankenstein's joints or perhaps a corpse in the throes of rigor mortis, leftover slices of census taker liver in hannibal lecter's icebox freezes. it's accurate to say that he never expected luna to kiss him. discovering that he's known them for much longer than he thought hadn't affected drew's belief that his enormous crush on them is more hopeless than the entire squad of firefighters who faced michael myers in halloween kills. their kiss, however, is soft and sweet and lingers a little bit. whatever instinct it was that had prompted his lids to slip shut the split second before their lips met his provided no such guidance to the rest of his body. eventually both hands settle on her face, but by then it's almost too late. still leaning towards them as luna backs away, drew almost stumbles forward and crashes into them. he answers their question with a nod as he's able to regain his balance, uncertain that his voice will work. "i'll text you," he eventually manages to assure them. there's some small, mostly muffled part of his brain that refuses to let him forget that he needs to leave, and although he would really like to keep his publishing deal ( which means that he kind of can't miss meetings with his publisher ), his feet feel heavier than a walking dead omnibus. "if that's how you say goodbye to all of your houseguests then consider me jealous. deeply jealous, even. like, taking notes from tiffany, bride of chucky, jealous except i don't have any tattoos or that voodoo for dummies book and i'm actually really bad at taking notes. but, i should ... " go. he should go, but rather than finish his sentence or move even the slightest bit from where he stands, his hands rest gently on their face again. the first kiss he presses to their lips is a peck, brief and tentative. the second kiss lingers for long enough that he's outlrageously woozy when he finally parts from them, which is probably why he practically stumbles out of the door and gets no further than a few steps from luna's house before he collides, face - first, with a tall and very solid telephone pole. / @lilacrespite
in all honesty , ria could care less about the warring factions of the upper east and upper west side . they hold up their phone and scroll back to the one they’d read about earlier . “ there’s a whole tag dedicated to this ‘ rivalry ’ . ” air quotes go up at the last word . “ this one’s a little funny and melodramatic . ” clears their throat for dramatic effect . “ it’s like we’re romeo and juliette . i’m from the upper east side and he’s from the upper west . our families will never get along . we’re forced to meet at central park in secret . ” // @allinmymincl
their dramatic reading of the post draws a rare laugh from him. "i can't believe that's not at all ironic," he comments, though it isn't completely true. "i think the whole ' rivalry ' thing is mostly a joke," he points out with a shrug, however. "the upper east side and upper west side are both nyc at the end of the day, and i think that most people from here can agree that the real enemy is la. you ever met anyone from there ? " sage scoffs before ria is afforded any time whatsoever to answer him, thinking about some of the most disagreeable people from the west coast city he's ever met. / @rhiannvns
sighing, sage slips his phone out of his pocket and checks the time. "arlo," he grumbles, "we were supposed to leave, like, an hour ago." okay, so it might be closer to fifteen minutes or so. not at all known as a huge stickler for punctuality or anything, sage would just prefer to not be outrageously late solely because arlo can't be bothered with putting down his video game controller. "you can finish impacting the genshins or whatever it is you're doing later, but our reservations at the vegan sushi restaurant have an expiration date." which is in approximately fifteen minutes, he notes as he glances at his phone and frowns. / @lilacrespite ( arlo )
looking at drew is the opposite of looking into a mirror. he sees everything he isn't, everything he missed out on, everything he wanted but didn't get. he sees what happens when a product is left untouched, left to grow in whatever way it desires. there was a time when that was all robbie had wanted for drew, but now ... now, how could he feel anything but resentment? resentment that feels like an empty, hollow space.
clicks his tongue and tilts his head to the side, jaw tensing briefly as he pauses for a moment, then after a beat he smirks wryly, as if drew's comments on his career has rolled right off his back instead of prickling him in a way only a brother knows how. " i've always fuckin' been here, man, " robbie points out, lazily opening his arms wide open, not allowing much space between them. he wasn't the one that left. that was drew. and robbie never hid, not from his parents and not from his brothers, it wasn't his problem if he was never found.
" so you're back, from what, fuckin' cartoon school? " precious drew, who had to be left with his pencils, who had to be kept out of it, who never had to work so their mom could have her kids walking the red carpet. he snickers harshly. it was funny. this whole thing, a fucking joke. " you learned how to finally colour inside the lines? is this why you're here -- to fuckin' celebrate. " a beat. " can we all give a round of applause to drew! " voice grows louder, as if to command the party's attention, throwing his arms up in the air as he starts to slow cap.
although the very public collapse of their family has provided tabloids with a seemingly endless stock of scandalous cover stories, drew always managed to avoid a starring role in the drama, which he attributes to a combination of choosing a much quieter lifestyle in comparison to his more recognizably famous brothers, and robbie regularly monopolizing the page or two which every gossip rag seems to designate as being for the latest updates on members of their notoriously estranged family. it's all very ' entire line of cars slowing down while passing by the site of a horrible accident ' really. drew was so eager to leave when he got accepted to art school in another state. their parents had supported him, although he's aware that it was out of perceived necessity as drawing was pretty much the only thing that could ever keep him quiet and occupied for long periods of time rather than a genuine interest in seeing him happy and successful. if he wanted to try his hand at psychoanalyzing his oldest brother, then drew would speculate that robbie is probably so much more difficult to read as a result of their mother practically banning them from any outward displays of emotion, which lead to all three of the brothers adopting their now - notorious irreverence for almost everything. perhaps unfortunately for robbie, however, drew was never super into all of that shutter island american psycho donnie darko psychological thriller shit, and so he's just going to assume that robbie is just a brady from halloween 4 brand of jerk. he rolls his eyes, feeling as though this assessment becomes more concrete by the second as robbie throws his arms open and shouts over the obnoxious music. "i kind of got tricked into being here by my agent," he attempts to explain, but quickly surmises that it's of no use. "think you'll ever get bored of being more desperate for attention than mia goth in an a24 movie ? " drew questions, folding his arms. "because i, for one, am really rooting for you to find a more fulfilling hobby. have you ever even given needlepoint or knitting or taxidermy a try ? you know, something relaxing and completely void of any bullshit you feel like ' anonymously ' giving to the press." / @robbickent
any residual pressure that remained weighing on their chest quickly lifted. his reassurances provided them the grace not to worry about time lost, and look forward to all the time they still had to spend together. the gentle caress of his fingers on their wrist serving as a comforting reminder that their relationship was no longer confined to phone screens and withheld truths. his own honesty coming as yet another comforting gesture without him even realizing. luna was the same person who caught one glimpse of him with nora and assumed they were dating. even though they were aware of rory was and what they meant to drew because of prior conversations, it never took luna long to jump to worst case scenarios. having drew tell them himself that it was different with rory, that he doesn't think they're scary and ( most importantly ) that he likes them. not even the quick to their bottom lip could stop the smile from spreading wider at his words. the closer he drew to them the more impulsive they began to feel; eyes drifting to his lips and their body leaning forward slightly before his reminder jolted them back to their reality. ❝ but it feels like you just got here. ❞ the pout came quickly as they intertwined their hand with his. she loved the way her fingers fit between the space of his. butterflies swarmed like wasps in her stomach, itching to be closer to him, but his reminder of some vauge appointment that kept escaping them then echoed in her mind. though she was sad to have him go, the hope for soon brought the smile back again. ❝ soon. very soon. like text me immediately when you're done so we can make plans soon. ❞ though there was a giggle on their lips as they said it, their words held a lot of truth. truthfully, they'd let him back in that night if he was willing to come back. no matter the hour. ❝ i'll walk you out. i don't want you to be late. ❞ each step towards the door and down the steps was deliberately slow; the grip they had on his hand loosening and tightening as they held the door open. ❝ you promise soon, right ? ❞ they asked as he was half way out the door; a gentle tug stopping him from moving any further and their own frame moving closer to him awaiting his answer.
from the moment it landed on store shelves, drive - in has been generating the sort of sales that practically guarantee an immediate future which involves countless checks with more numbers on them than there are semi - pointless entries in the final destination franchise, and requests to meet up and discuss a potential movie deal clogging up his agent's email inbox. being as ' independently wealthy ' as one can technically be while still maintaining access to a loaded trust fund that he simply refuses to use anymore is cool and all, but drew seriously hopes that he's not being torn away from luna to talk numbers with the accountant that his agent hired for him or to get offers from movie studios pitched at him that he has no interest in taking. he'd be so peeved. the last time he remembers having this much fun with someone was ... well, the last time he saw luna. "you're saying the word ' soon ' so much that it's starting to not sound like a word anymore." the playful comment is immediately followed up by his actual answer. "but yeah," he promises, nodding as they arrive at the front door. "soon." he doesn't get far enough to even step outside, prevented by the gentle tug on his hand. "oh, hey there. long time no see." he's grinning as he turns around and faces luna again. "maybe next time you can show me what we didn't get to today. i could stop at that convenience store we went to that one time and pick up some snacks for us on my way over if you want ? i know you like their big blue, but i don't think we've discussed our personal chip preferences yet. now, my go - to is your classic potato chip, but my favorite is actually the corn chip - based dorito — specifically the red bag, but if your taste in slushies and your taste in dorito bags happen to match, then i would still get cool ranch for you. i'd consider it my duty as the designated snack procurer." he stands with his back against the doorframe and swings their linked hands back and forth in the air between them. he offers a final reassuring squeeze with his palm pressed against hers and untangles their fingers slowly.
"alright, maybe you have a point." she reluctantly agreed. admitting sage was right wasn't something she enjoyed. it was few and far between when it happened. "wouldn't be surprised if it fucked up some people's hearing though." surely there were some damaged ear drums from that. gemma looked over to sage with a faux hurt expression - putting those acting skills to use. "i know you didn't just pull the disappointment card on me. ouch." she pouted. "that hurts." she shook her head, keeping her act up for a minute before she broke it with a grin. "just don't go making headlines that i don't care 'bout the environment." a laugh soon followed, "hey at least i'm replacing the trees. how is that not concern? if anything, you're the one just donating money but what are you really doing, huh sage?" she inquired with a raise of a perfectly shaped brow.
rather than offer gemma an answer that's, well, comprehensible, sage grumbles. "i complain about billion - dollar corporations all the time on the air." raised by parents who are as environmentally conscious as it's possible to be while owning a yacht and buying enough stuff to fill at least one moving van every season of the year, sage knows that some of his opinions might some contradictory to everything else about him. "okay, okay. i'm sorry about the pulling the disappointment card on you." he doesn't actually sound very apologetic, though, mostly because he's pretty sure that the conversation has diverged from being very serious. "now please take the ' bad philanthropist ' card off the table before one of us gets a papercut 'cause i forgot my 100% plastic - free, plant - based band aids at home today."