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Talon Intro

[ tyler posey, male, he/him ] - was that talon carter i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the twenty-eight-year-old who has been in nightrest for his whole life excluding college and works as a tattoo artist has a reputation of being artistic, but also unattached. they reside in low point & people in town usually associate them with a loner nose deep in his sketchbook, dark curls falling in his eyes, sleeves of tattoos. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next.

#nightrest:intro #muse #better late than never in theory

artsytalon

mcrtyrdoms:

Gabe stayed standing - couldn’t bring themself to sit now, rocking back on their heels with a small hum. “I dunno - maybe I’ll run a marathon. Or like, pretend I’m running a marathon. My knees are all fucked from years of falling on them while skateboarding, so I can’t get really far - but that’s why I should practice, right?” Their tone felt - serious, almost, though the grin on their face betrayed any of that. “I might just go on a walk - I kind of miss smoking by the Salem trail, but it feels weird going alone now - like it feels haunted, y'know?” Every time Gabe had gone by himself - he only felt cold; he hoped it was Toby’s spirit, still there and still cheering him on.

Talon knew exactly what he meant. Typically he prefered to go most places alone but after everyone that got yanked from us this year there were a lot of places that just didn’t feel the same. “Well, if you don’t want to go alone I’ll join you. It’s been a little while since i’ve been out that way,” he offered, before throwing his backpack over his arm and standing up.

artsytalon

mcrtyrdoms:

“Will you?” Gabe perked up at that - excitedly, taking a step back to let Talon get up comfortably; they always wound up a bit too close to others, invading personal bubbles - needing to be near someone at all times. “Oh dude, this is fucking so sick. I have this little stash right in the woods - like emergency joints,” They started to make their way out of the cafe as they spoke, looking back at Talon to make sure that he was following, “Um - comic books, a flask. I used to keep my walkman there, because there’s something fucking - great about listening to cassettes, but then a raccoon almost made off with it, and it was this whole fucking… fight, so now I don’t bring it out there - but I have my phone at least!”

“I used to have a stash over there too, it’s been so many years it’s crazy,” Talon said, with a small laugh. His teen stoner days felt like a lifetime ago. He followed behind Gabe, feeling like he probably just made an actual friend. He normally liked to have three tops but he would make an exception. “Which comic books do you like? Do you have any favorites?” he asked, as he adjusted his walking style to catch up with them.

#i love that movie and have been playing BG3 all weekend so I'll never complain

artsytalon

hcrrifying:

It was a little exciting, admittedly - having Talon come to his studio, although it wasn’t because he was going to view Viktor’s art. They already knew they were talented - wouldn’t have kept doing art if they weren’t, too terribly vain for that. “Yeah - just a fucking, couple blocks. My apartment’s above my studio - got a good fucking deal for that. Rent both spaces.” Viktor didn’t bother mentioning that Florence was staying with them now - her in the very back of their mind. “Been there for a while.” Since their last sobriety stunt - as far as the rest of their family knew, Viktor was as clean as fucking soap.

“That’s solid,” Talon nodded, thinking about if he could see himself doing something like that in the future. “I live pretty close to here, maybe a ten minute walk,” he added, since me mostly walked everywhere. He had a car but he spent most of his time in Low Point so it just didn’t make sense for him to drive unless he actually left town. He finished his tacos before tossing the container into the bin they passed.

artsytalon

hcrrifying:

“Yeah? Maybe next time you’ll give me a fucking - home tour. Pretend we’re in Vogue, fucking… 73 questions and all.” They walked for a few more minutes, block after block - before Viktor stopped at one of the corners, coming up to a building’s door. The lights were still on inside, though all the windows were blocked off, only tell-tale a few cracks where the light shone through. “We’re here - it’s fucking, small and messy - be warned.”

“I don’t think my place is interesting enough for 73 questions but I’ll try my best,” Talon answered, with a small laugh. He shook his head at the idea that his place is small and messy. “I don’t really trust artists with a really clean studio, I just don’t get them,” he pointed out, thinking about his drawing space. If he was focused on how his workspace looked he wouldn’t be focused on the art in front of him.

greysnkidd

He can't help but laugh, chances of an isolated incident happening in Nightrest were extremely low. "It'd be nice if it is," he answered, taking another sip from his beer, "but we live in Nightrest and when's the last time any of this has been an actual incident?"

artsytalon

greysnkidd:

He can’t help but laugh, chances of an isolated incident happening in Nightrest were extremely low. “It’d be nice if it is,” he answered, taking another sip from his beer, “but we live in Nightrest and when’s the last time any of this has been an actual incident?”

“I don’t know what’s in the water in this town, you just never know when someone’s going to snap,” Talon said, with a small shake of his head. Maybe he should have left to New York with his ex. Who knows if he will even live long enough to realize how big of a mistake he made. “I guess I just thought we would have more of a break...”

rosavargas

"Mm, I've been thinking about buying a dehydrator, but for now, I've just been buying them in those expensive little bags they come in." 5 dollars for a handful of strawberries pieces felt like a scam, but Rosie liked the taste so much that she continued to make the purchase. "You should try it sometime, you might like it! Even if it's something simple, like eggs and toast. As much as I like cereal, I feel like there's not much nutritional value in it. And I like to start my mornings off right, you know?"

artsytalon

rosavargas:

“Mm, I’ve been thinking about buying a dehydrator, but for now, I’ve just been buying them in those expensive little bags they come in.” 5 dollars for a handful of strawberries pieces felt like a scam, but Rosie liked the taste so much that she continued to make the purchase. “You should try it sometime, you might like it! Even if it’s something simple, like eggs and toast. As much as I like cereal, I feel like there’s not much nutritional value in it. And I like to start my mornings off right, you know?”

“Well, If I decide to buy one I’ll let you borrow it,” Talon offered, with a half smile placed on his lips. “I used to make real breakfast, but that was when I was in a relationship and I was cooking for someone else to. I just don’t really put the same effort every morning when it’s just me. I probably should, though. It’s kind of like when people drive carelessly when they drive alone but are careful when someone else is in the car.”

artsytalon

issylee:

At his words she had to laugh. Not because they weren’t true, but how accurate it could easily be. She had to think for a moment before she responded, “So you shift your focus. Rework your goal.” Issy made it a habit to think long and hard about any life altering decisions to ensure her success. It was engrained into her from an early age. “I can see your point of view, though, for me it’s different. I don’t make decisions lightly and most never back out of one I’ve made. Regardless of the consequences, I’ll stick by my choices and believe that in the long run they will fall into place. Although I’m sure that doesn’t work for everyone.”

“That’s a very serious lifestyle you live,” Talon said, feeling like she was trying to convince herself of something he didn’t quite understand. He couldn’t imagine how tiring it would be to live like that. To plan out every single choice and never want to change your mind. If Talon did that he would be in New York with his ex but sometimes things change. “You don’t even have the desire to do anything reckless? Not one single thing in the heat of the moment, without thinking of the consequences?”

artsytalon

issylee:

Issy shrugged and smiled, “Just the right amount for me.” She liked being organized and thorough. Having everything figured out beforehand in case she needed to make any changes. This way nothing surprises her and she could be ready for anything. “I wouldn’t go out of the way to say I like to do reckless things.” she couldn’t help but laugh at how baffled Talon seemed to be with her worldview, “But anything I want to do I do. I don’t plan out my entire life, Talon. Just the important things like specific goals I want to accomplish, where I want my career to go, and the kind of person I want to be in the future. Everything else I do just helps shape my goals.” Iseul liked having structure in her life. “How do you plan for your future?”

Talon couldn’t really picture planning his whole life out but their brains always worked very differently. That was actually part of why he liked talking to her so much, it was interesting to pick her brain and try to look through her eyes. “I mean, I guess I also look at which steps I need. I knew I wanted to be a tattoo artist so I went to art school to work on my technique and I did an apprenticeship,” he said, with a small shrug. “Now that I am a tattoo artist I know that it’s not the only thing I want to do in the art field, but I do plan on being one for a while. I want to enjoy it until I’m ready to start looking at what I want next.”

artsytalon

eclvpses:

Automatically, Florence leaned in when Talon shuffled closer. There’d always been a part of her that sought out his comfort, and apparently time apart hadn’t changed that. Her hands felt itchy, suddenly - Flora was naturally someone who always longed to keep busy, especially when she felt the urge to distract herself. This was a moment where she could use a distraction. Catching up with Talon and rehashing old feelings wasn’t a particular interest of hers. “Good fucking question,” she replied, words bitter and following a scoff. “Vik’s not close with our parents. I hated the idea of them being alone during this. The fucked up shit that’s been happening in Nightrest. But they’d probably be doing better if I hadn’t shown up - I dunno. I just wanted to make sure he was okay.” Her hands had remained clasped together, tight and desperate to hold herself together. It was easy to spew out the deepest truths when Talon was involved, but she’d always hated any sort of vulnerability, even more so when it came to her family. “Whatever - boring family stuff, right? What about you, what’re you doing back? Said you came back only a few months ago?”

Talon had actually become friends with Viktor over the past few months, which isn’t really something he would have ever thought growing up. Florence was always the one he spent most of his time with and although that was years ago now it suddenly felt like only moments. “I don’t think they’d be doing better if you hadn’t shown up, maybe they just don’t know how to express that they’re glad you’re here,” he suggested, as memories of past conversations about her family flickered through his mind. She didn’t seem to want to get too into it, and he wasn’t one to pry. Noticing how tightly her hands were clasped, he placed his hand onto hers before speaking again. “I finished art school and my tattoo apprenticeship so I decided to come back in town and now I’m a tattoo artist,” he answered, not really wanting to get into the fact that he partially came home because he didn’t want to move to New York with his ex.

artsytalon

eclvpses:

Somehow, Talon seemed to always know exactly what to say. At least, what would calm Flora down enough whenever she was on the precipice of a breakdown. It didn’t take a lot to get her there, always emotional, despite the image she tried to maintain. Even now, with Talon reassuring her, saying just what she needed to hear, Florence could feel heat of tears behind her eyes as she felt herself relax, a soothing balm to her soul. “Yeah,” she whispered, turning her head away for a moment to blink back whatever was welling up. “Yeah, well, it’s not the end of the world. You’re probably right but… like, they’d never admit something like that, even if it made everything better. Y’know?” Releasing a huff, Flora could feel a rant coming on. It was common where her family was involved - sometimes, when she was with someone comfortable, it just became word vomit. However, Talon’s hands over her own rendered her mute for a few moments, staring at how easily he touched her, calmed her even with how worked up she got in the span of seconds. Her brain screamed at her to shove his hands away. but instead, Flora found herself gripping him back, flashing him a grateful smile, “That’s amazing, Tal. Seriously. I know that… I don’t know, I’m just glad you’re doing what you love. I still have - look,” Lifting the sleeve of her shirt, Flora revealed the tiny heart just above her elbow. It was barely distinguishable, but obvious enough that it presented as a tattoo. She’d been so nervous to get it, but Talon has made the process so easy, she couldn’t imagine ever being scared in his presence again. Even if right now, her heart screamed to get away, lest it fall back into old patterns. “It never faded or anything, healed super well. You’ve always been good. Are you liking being a tattoo artist?”

The craziest thing about seeing her after all of these years is that it didn’t feel like any time had passed in the slightest. Talon didn’t have to build up his comfort again, it was just there. As if it was protected in a layer of frost during their time apart. When Flora showed him her little tattoo, he couldn’t help but smile. He let his thumb brush over the tattoo, as the memory of her being his first model flickered through his head. “If you ever want another one, I can probably do something a little more complicated,” he joked, with a playful tone on his lips. “I love it, honestly. I get to do a lot of commisions so I spend a good bit of time drawing up designs. Did you start working in town yet?” he asked, mostly wanting to know if her visit was temporary or if this was real. He didn’t want to ask straight out, mostly because he didn’t want to risk his face showing his reaction too clearly.

artsytalon

issylee:

“Definitely research it some. If it’s truly something you’d like to do for the rest of your life you know? No point in time wasted.” she advised, hoping that it sounded more encouraging than not. Issy glanced down at her engagement ring for a moment before answering, “I think it’s all about planning ahead. Set your goal and fill in the blanks until you get there.” she shrugged. Iseul liked to believe she had her future already planned. Everything lined up just how she wanted and ready for the taking. “I like being involved with the community - that is always a priority for me while I still have the time. I don’t know it just makes me feel good.”

“I don’t really see it that way. I just know that it’s something I would like to do in the future but I’m not in a rush,” Talon said, with a small shrug. He understands the idea of setting a goal and then making it happen, but that kind of skips the journey part, which happened to be his favorite. “What if you make your plan and while you’re filling in the blanks something changes? What if you realize you might like something else more that you would have never considered if you had tunnel vision?” From what he remembered Issy liked things more neat and organized and simple, but from the artist perspective that just didn’t make sense to him.

artsytalon

issylee:

At his words she had to laugh. Not because they weren’t true, but how accurate it could easily be. She had to think for a moment before she responded, “So you shift your focus. Rework your goal.” Issy made it a habit to think long and hard about any life altering decisions to ensure her success. It was engrained into her from an early age. “I can see your point of view, though, for me it’s different. I don’t make decisions lightly and most never back out of one I’ve made. Regardless of the consequences, I’ll stick by my choices and believe that in the long run they will fall into place. Although I’m sure that doesn’t work for everyone.”

“That’s a very serious lifestyle you live,” Talon said, feeling like she was trying to convince herself of something he didn’t quite understand. He couldn’t imagine how tiring it would be to live like that. To plan out every single choice and never want to change your mind. If Talon did that he would be in New York with his ex but sometimes things change. “You don’t even have the desire to do anything reckless? Not one single thing in the heat of the moment, without thinking of the consequences?”

artsytalon

hcrrifying:

“Been doing it since I was a teenager. Mostly do sculpting, though - which is just chipping away at some fucking - stone.” Their posture was fucked from the amount of years they’d spent hunching or twisting over a rock half-carved with whatever Viktor’d think of at the time. “Dunno,” They offered unhelpfully - grabbing their food after it was ready next, “I have a fucking - general idea right now. You wanna see it? My studio’s fucking - a few corners down.” And apartment.

“Hell yeah,” Talon nodded, with a small chuckle. In some ways he and Viktor were painfully different but they had one language that they both spoke fluently and this was why he normally found himself talking to people who were into art. He got up from the table and started to walk with him, noting how close his studio was to Talon’s apartment. “Do you live around here too?” he asked, mostly just to keep painting his mental picture of who he was.

artsytalon

hcrrifying:

It was a little exciting, admittedly - having Talon come to his studio, although it wasn’t because he was going to view Viktor’s art. They already knew they were talented - wouldn’t have kept doing art if they weren’t, too terribly vain for that. “Yeah - just a fucking, couple blocks. My apartment’s above my studio - got a good fucking deal for that. Rent both spaces.” Viktor didn’t bother mentioning that Florence was staying with them now - her in the very back of their mind. “Been there for a while.” Since their last sobriety stunt - as far as the rest of their family knew, Viktor was as clean as fucking soap.

“That’s solid,” Talon nodded, thinking about if he could see himself doing something like that in the future. “I live pretty close to here, maybe a ten minute walk,” he added, since me mostly walked everywhere. He had a car but he spent most of his time in Low Point so it just didn’t make sense for him to drive unless he actually left town. He finished his tacos before tossing the container into the bin they passed.

artsytalon

mcrtyrdoms:

“There’s like - cooler stuff to tatt, dude, y'know?” They stood then - stretching out, almost cat-like but mostly Gabe-like - big, exaggerated yawn before picking up Talon’s empty cup and heading towards the counter. “Here y'go - I realized I didn’t ask what you get, so I kinda just got like - what I get. If you don’t like it - I’ll drink double. That’s fine - the caffeine’s good for me. Keeps me oiled like a fucking, um - finely tuned machine.” Gabe held out the coffee after returning to Talon - smile a little sheepish.

Talon continued his sketch, pretty much finished up by the time they returned with the new cup. “I’m not very picky,” he said, before taking a sip from the coffee. “Thank you,” he added, before closing his sketchbook and putting it into his bag. He didn’t really have much else planned for the rest of his day, so he turned back towards Gabe. “Planning on using your caffiene buzz for anything specific?”

artsytalon

mcrtyrdoms:

Gabe stayed standing - couldn’t bring themself to sit now, rocking back on their heels with a small hum. “I dunno - maybe I’ll run a marathon. Or like, pretend I’m running a marathon. My knees are all fucked from years of falling on them while skateboarding, so I can’t get really far - but that’s why I should practice, right?” Their tone felt - serious, almost, though the grin on their face betrayed any of that. “I might just go on a walk - I kind of miss smoking by the Salem trail, but it feels weird going alone now - like it feels haunted, y'know?” Every time Gabe had gone by himself - he only felt cold; he hoped it was Toby’s spirit, still there and still cheering him on.

Talon knew exactly what he meant. Typically he prefered to go most places alone but after everyone that got yanked from us this year there were a lot of places that just didn’t feel the same. “Well, if you don’t want to go alone I’ll join you. It’s been a little while since i’ve been out that way,” he offered, before throwing his backpack over his arm and standing up.

artsytalon

hcrrifying:

They couldn’t help but snort at Talon’s obliviousness - it was interesting, sure, but not the sort of back shot Viktor’s interested in. “Four?” Viktor hadn’t room to talk - most of their friends also passed off as lovers, and those who hadn’t were straight men. They still had more than Talon, they thought - which was only a little surprising. Sure - he’s reserved, but he’s kind. Viktor’s Viktor. “It’s hard to fucking - describe. It’s clay on canvas - which is a fucking, pain, and a lotta fucking - carving. Just a buncha fucking - hands, right now.”

“That’s really one of the few art forms I don’t have much experience with. I had to do it a bit in college but it was just never what clicked for me. It’s really cool to see, though,” Talon said, before his food was at the window. He walked over to grab it before taking the same seat as before. “Do you know what you want the finished product to be when you start or do you just feel it through.”

artsytalon

hcrrifying:

“Been doing it since I was a teenager. Mostly do sculpting, though - which is just chipping away at some fucking - stone.” Their posture was fucked from the amount of years they’d spent hunching or twisting over a rock half-carved with whatever Viktor’d think of at the time. “Dunno,” They offered unhelpfully - grabbing their food after it was ready next, “I have a fucking - general idea right now. You wanna see it? My studio’s fucking - a few corners down.” And apartment.

“Hell yeah,” Talon nodded, with a small chuckle. In some ways he and Viktor were painfully different but they had one language that they both spoke fluently and this was why he normally found himself talking to people who were into art. He got up from the table and started to walk with him, noting how close his studio was to Talon’s apartment. “Do you live around here too?” he asked, mostly just to keep painting his mental picture of who he was.

artsytalon

issylee:

“Yes! I went to watch that new animated movie a few months back. He seemed pretty cool.” she said as she played it back, “That sounds like it could really be amazing for you. Have you done any animation previously?” She figured he must have a good idea of everything that went into it and practiced somehow. “I like to keep myself well balanced, I think. I always make time for a little bit of everything.”

“I haven’t done too much in it yet. I took a few classes for it when I got my art degree but I haven’t gotten too much hands on work,” Talon said, with a small shrug. It was something he really wanted to do in the future, but he needed to find a good way in. “I think you find a way to have a really busy and fulfilling life all while making it look easy. It just seems like you have it all together.”

artsytalon

issylee:

“Definitely research it some. If it’s truly something you’d like to do for the rest of your life you know? No point in time wasted.” she advised, hoping that it sounded more encouraging than not. Issy glanced down at her engagement ring for a moment before answering, “I think it’s all about planning ahead. Set your goal and fill in the blanks until you get there.” she shrugged. Iseul liked to believe she had her future already planned. Everything lined up just how she wanted and ready for the taking. “I like being involved with the community - that is always a priority for me while I still have the time. I don’t know it just makes me feel good.”

“I don’t really see it that way. I just know that it’s something I would like to do in the future but I’m not in a rush,” Talon said, with a small shrug. He understands the idea of setting a goal and then making it happen, but that kind of skips the journey part, which happened to be his favorite. “What if you make your plan and while you’re filling in the blanks something changes? What if you realize you might like something else more that you would have never considered if you had tunnel vision?” From what he remembered Issy liked things more neat and organized and simple, but from the artist perspective that just didn’t make sense to him.

artsytalon

eclvpses:

Usually, Florence enjoyed her alone time. Certainly more than when she was in a room full of people, lonelier than if she were to spend an afternoon on her own. But alone and lonely were two completely different things, and no matter what she did since her return to Nightrest, she found herself achingly lonely. Book forgotten in her lap, Florence watched a set of young girls hold hands before encouraging one another to cross the monkey bars, little hands barely gripping on for dear life. Her forlorn sigh must’ve given her location away, gasping as someone called her name. “Jesus, you scared me!” Ready to snap - continue to snap, really - Flora’s features shifted into one of surprise, relief, then awkward recognition. Just about every stage of grief coursed through her in a matter of seconds before she managed to land on acceptance. “Shit, Talon - I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you, I’m… jumpy, I guess. Hi. You’re…” Still the exact same, though that felt far too intimate to say. Maybe unfair, too, “I didn’t know you were still in town. I might’ve - I don’t know, whatever, I guess it doesn’t matter. So… you’re doing okay, then?”

Talon listened to her ramble, watching her facial expressions for a few moments. She still looked the same. Maybe not the same but there was something familiar and comfortable about talking to her. She was actually the first person he looked for when he got into town, but he wasn’t exactly going to say that. “Yeah, I’m doing okay, I only got back to town a few months ago,” he said, before adjusting himself so that he was sitting next to her instead of behind her. “What brings you back?”

artsytalon

eclvpses:

Automatically, Florence leaned in when Talon shuffled closer. There’d always been a part of her that sought out his comfort, and apparently time apart hadn’t changed that. Her hands felt itchy, suddenly - Flora was naturally someone who always longed to keep busy, especially when she felt the urge to distract herself. This was a moment where she could use a distraction. Catching up with Talon and rehashing old feelings wasn’t a particular interest of hers. “Good fucking question,” she replied, words bitter and following a scoff. “Vik’s not close with our parents. I hated the idea of them being alone during this. The fucked up shit that’s been happening in Nightrest. But they’d probably be doing better if I hadn’t shown up - I dunno. I just wanted to make sure he was okay.” Her hands had remained clasped together, tight and desperate to hold herself together. It was easy to spew out the deepest truths when Talon was involved, but she’d always hated any sort of vulnerability, even more so when it came to her family. “Whatever - boring family stuff, right? What about you, what’re you doing back? Said you came back only a few months ago?”

Talon had actually become friends with Viktor over the past few months, which isn’t really something he would have ever thought growing up. Florence was always the one he spent most of his time with and although that was years ago now it suddenly felt like only moments. “I don’t think they’d be doing better if you hadn’t shown up, maybe they just don’t know how to express that they’re glad you’re here,” he suggested, as memories of past conversations about her family flickered through his mind. She didn’t seem to want to get too into it, and he wasn’t one to pry. Noticing how tightly her hands were clasped, he placed his hand onto hers before speaking again. “I finished art school and my tattoo apprenticeship so I decided to come back in town and now I’m a tattoo artist,” he answered, not really wanting to get into the fact that he partially came home because he didn’t want to move to New York with his ex.

artsytalon

mcrtyrdoms:

“Oh - that’s fucking epic, dude,” They couldn’t help but continue to enthuse; they loved learning about other’s artistic passions - loved being part of them. “That’s great - commissions are fucking, good - but it’s even better when you don’t have all those restrictions, man. Sometimes clients just wanna like - repress our style, you know? It’s important to stay true to us.” Gabe looked up and around, “Do you want a coffee? I’m finally off my drink ban here - they’re not worried about my fucking, heart, or anything anymore - apparently.”

“I completely agree, the amount of time I spend drawng flowers for tattoo designs it pretty brutal,” Talon said, with a small laugh. He loved his job, but he can only draw so many roses and wishing flowers a day. “Actually, a coffee sounds great,” he nodded, realizing his cup was empty.

artsytalon

mcrtyrdoms:

“There’s like - cooler stuff to tatt, dude, y'know?” They stood then - stretching out, almost cat-like but mostly Gabe-like - big, exaggerated yawn before picking up Talon’s empty cup and heading towards the counter. “Here y'go - I realized I didn’t ask what you get, so I kinda just got like - what I get. If you don’t like it - I’ll drink double. That’s fine - the caffeine’s good for me. Keeps me oiled like a fucking, um - finely tuned machine.” Gabe held out the coffee after returning to Talon - smile a little sheepish.

Talon continued his sketch, pretty much finished up by the time they returned with the new cup. “I’m not very picky,” he said, before taking a sip from the coffee. “Thank you,” he added, before closing his sketchbook and putting it into his bag. He didn’t really have much else planned for the rest of his day, so he turned back towards Gabe. “Planning on using your caffiene buzz for anything specific?”

rosavargas

"Ah, I like the one with the freeze-dried strawberries in it, but after I go through picking all of them out, I get bored with the cornflakes that are left," Rosie responded. She wasn't really sure if she'd get cereal, because that wasn't in the Kim Kardashian diet from what she'd read. "Are you always a cereal-in-the-morning kind of guy? I feel like it never fills me up! And then I end up just eating more, you know?

artsytalon

rosavargas:

“Ah, I like the one with the freeze-dried strawberries in it, but after I go through picking all of them out, I get bored with the cornflakes that are left,” Rosie responded. She wasn’t really sure if she’d get cereal, because that wasn’t in the Kim Kardashian diet from what she’d read. “Are you always a cereal-in-the-morning kind of guy? I feel like it never fills me up! And then I end up just eating more, you know?

“I have a friend who’s the same way, but now she just freeze dries strawberries alone and has them as a snack. They’re pretty good, I could show you how to do it if you want” Talon said, finding it surprisingly easy to talk to her. “Not all the time, it just kind of depends how much time I give myself in the morning. I also just find cooking a lot of effort when it’s just me,” he added, even though he kind of felt that way about a lot of things. If he isn’t doing something for someone else then he doesn’t see much of a point.

greysnkidd

CLOSED — @artsytalon

location — anywhere

Grey sat back down, handing one of the beers he carried to Talon. What else can you expect from Nightrest? With a sigh he raised his bottle before he swung it back for a sip. "You heard about the Ohs?"

artsytalon

greysnkidd:

CLOSED — @artsytalon

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Grey sat back down, handing one of the beers he carried to Talon. What else can you expect from Nightrest? With a sigh he raised his bottle before he swung it back for a sip. “You heard about the Ohs?”

“Thanks,” Talon said, before taking a quick sip from the bottle. “Yeah, that’s fucking crazy. Just when it was starting to feel like it was over. Do you think it was an isolated incident or?”

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issylee:

“I don’t watch a lot of television, but would it be like that punk spidermen? Hoggy or Dopey whatever his name was?” It sounded like a cool concept, “Wouldn’t that sort of restrict you to comic book animation though? Or is that part of the plan?” Issy smiled at his supportive words, but shook her head. “Doing things for others is just a part of who I am. I do exercise my art, I just prefer to keep it as a hobby. Honestly, I think it’s mostly therapeutic than an actual dream.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re thinking of Hobie,” Talon said, with a small laugh. “I mostly mean projects like the whole movie, where you get to work with a lot of different styles and changes,” he explained. “Having it as a hobby is still good, long as you make sure to leave enough time in your day to enjoy it,” he pointed out, knowing how busy she tends to keep herself.

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issylee:

“Yes! I went to watch that new animated movie a few months back. He seemed pretty cool.” she said as she played it back, “That sounds like it could really be amazing for you. Have you done any animation previously?” She figured he must have a good idea of everything that went into it and practiced somehow. “I like to keep myself well balanced, I think. I always make time for a little bit of everything.”

“I haven’t done too much in it yet. I took a few classes for it when I got my art degree but I haven’t gotten too much hands on work,” Talon said, with a small shrug. It was something he really wanted to do in the future, but he needed to find a good way in. “I think you find a way to have a really busy and fulfilling life all while making it look easy. It just seems like you have it all together.”

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