“I’ve been surviving on mochas and late night Jimmy Fallon reruns for the past week, I don’t think ‘together’ would be the word I’d use. But I’m okay. It’s just been... boring, I guess.”

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“I’ve been surviving on mochas and late night Jimmy Fallon reruns for the past week, I don’t think ‘together’ would be the word I’d use. But I’m okay. It’s just been... boring, I guess.”
“You and me both.”
“I say we go back to bed and stay there forever.”
“Jetlag is eating me alive.”
“Sounds awesome.” She replied, a small smile on her face. “How are you, anyway?”
“Then let’s go!” Ariana exclaimed with enthusiasm, her voice fading the moment she spoke up again; there was no reason to lie, especially not to her. “I’ve been better, it’s weird I-- I keep forgetting like nothing even happened and then, I remember. And I go through it all over again. It’s like a repetitive nightmare.” Elaborate, she thought to herself. “My nonno died.”
text || ariana & kovu
kovu: aw why not? c'mon BAAAABE. I mean it'd be worse if I said something moronic like bae. Maybe I should say bae.
kovu: alright, I trust you.
ariana: oh gosh please dont we're banning that word okay
ariana: babe reminds me of the little talking piggy its strange and bae is just awful :((
ariana: good. don't be nervous, alright? my mum's excited to meet you, anyway, despite the funeral thing... it's something for her to look forward to.
The minute he saw her balancing on her tip toes peering in to the door talking to herself, Hans felt himself be moved a little bit. A weird wash of warmth washing over him as he saw her. Creeping behind her, he moved his head whispering in her ear, as he rested his head on her shoulder, putting his arms round her waist. “This the one then Persil? I never knew you were so into frogs. I was quite sure that was Fawn who wanted to free the animals and burn her bra to free the fluffy bunnies of the world.” gently he stroked the top of her head, complete with beanie, pulling it over her eyes with a laugh.
The aftermath of shock consisted of nothing but delight, a fire igniting in the pit of her stomach; butterflies were nothing in comparison. She settled on her feet, leaning against him and giving her head easy access to tilt and gaze up at him, her arms resting above his with her hands finding his own. “I adore all wildlife, thank you very much.” Ariana beamed up at him, and for a second it was as though they hadn’t been apart for so long. “Fawn and I are much more alike than we let on, you know---- unbelievably. It’s possible.” A light trickle of laughter sprung past parted brims, moving a hand away to assure her sight was in tact once more after she said, “Hey, that’s not fair. I already have difficulty looking at you, this is just plain insulting. Meanie.”
“Hey…” Fawn said quietly, walking up to her best friend. “I finished early. Want to go get something to eat or something.”
“I’d like that,” she replied with a soft smile, looping her arm through Fawn’s and resting her head on her shoulder only to let out an exhausted sigh. “I know a good French place we could go on campus. Their desserts are wonderful.”
text || ariana & kovu
kovu: yeah of course babe.
kovu: fuck, I hope so. I mean I have fancy clothes and shit in case they don't but..yeah.
ariana: you're lucky i let that slide, y'know. i still don't like that word. :P
ariana: no, it's okay. don't worry. they hardly take notice of that, they'll like you for you. not your clothes. just like me, okay?
text || ariana & kovu
ariana: the funeral's next week. are you still free?
ariana: and if you're still concerned about my parents, don't be. i'm sure, no---- i'm positive, they'll love you
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“Room G25, she said she’d be h...” a lengthy breath followed, delicate features forming a quizzical exterior as her attention diverted from the biology lab door. “Here.”
“Will you come with me to England? They’re holding the funeral there for practicality and I just... I need you to be there with me.”
“Look, it’s not easy for me to ask...”
“It’s for a funeral.”
“I essentially thought the library would be dormant at this time of the morning, seeing how it never gets used regardless anyway. But I was wrong.”
“I got kicked out of the gym for putting black food dye in people’s shampoos, so instead I’m here to get better at Maths.”
“Aah, I see; was coach tough on you about it? ‘cause I like to think I cantalk some sense into him, given the fact he’s put up with the girls and I for this long, but---- yeah. You know, if you want to get better at maths, I could always tutor you.”
“No, I---- I just thought you’d be here later, that’s all. I’m surprised.”