Love Is Togetherness

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irresistiibles

“Pretty sure no one can always be on time.” Hana muttered. She didn’t mean to be rude, she was more just annoyed from sitting around for a while. “Nope. I feel like I’ve just been sitting here playing games on my phone since forever. Which is fine I guess, but I could do that back at the apartment.”

Kyoya ignored her last comment. He simply focused on the fact that she hadn’t been helped yet. He gently pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly annoyed. “I’m terribly sorry about that.” He looked at her slightly sympathetic. “Can I get you anything since apparently all my other staff is too busy?”

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irresistiibles

She scrunched her face up as if she was actually considering his idea before shaking her head. “Nope. Don’t think so.” There wasn’t a hint of hesitation in her voice. “See because, I can at least look at myself and know I was a hot piece of ass. That’s more than you’ve got going for you triangle eyebrows.” She was sure at least, that even if she had something great going on before there was no reason why she couldn’t make something new here. “Besides, don’t you think if we had good things going on there would people like, I don’t know, looking for us? Haven’t seen any search parties come around here.”

Blaine gave the girl an offhanded look. He figured she’d be skeptical, but he was going to have a bit of fun with this if she was going to be this much of a jerk. “Yeah, you might not think so, but I happen to know so.” He laughed before bringing his left hand up into view. He had noticed his wedding ring when he woke up here. “I may have triangle eyebrows, but this proves someone loves me. Do you even have that much proof?” He teased before tapping his fingers lightly against a nearby surface. “How do you know they aren’t looking for us? We haven’t been here long, so it’s impossible that they’d find us this quickly.”

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rcsadicz

“ we don’t. for all we KNOW, they could be diagnosing chicken pox as the  p l a g u e , ” she told her, “ it’s funny. “

“I’m not sure I’d say it’s funny. It makes me even more stressed than the whole situation already has.” Jane said shrugging her shoulders slightly. “I know I wouldn’t want to be misdiagnosed in any way.”

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adam-stanheights

The momentary tension that gripped him released itself upon her reaction; this mystery woman was someone special. “You definitely do,” Adam affirmed, lifting his hand to his chin, and squinting his eyes theatrically, as if in deep concentration. “I can’t quite place it…” he exaggerated playfully, tilting his head as he spoke. “I think that nurses are real heroes. Doctors walk in and out with their clipboards, but nurses do the real work. You are kind. Even if you do not know the trick of the trade yet, that must count as half of the battle.” It pleased Adam that she found his profession interesting. “I am not even sure that I would call it a talent,” he replied humbly, without specifically intending to dismiss his skill. “It was the first thing that I became aware of besides my name. I found a pad of paper the same day of my arrival, started doodling…” He met her gaze again and chuckled. “—And I tell you! It wasn’t half bad!” It was spectacular, objectively; but if Adam was being honest, he truly just wanted to hear her laugh again.

Jane shook her head lightly. She highly doubted that she was a nurse in whatever life she had before this. It didn’t feel right, but she appreciated the affirmation. She gave him a sweet smile before speaking. “That may be true, but I’m still not too sure about my qualifications. I feel like I’d need to know I have some actual degree in the field before I’m comfortable with it being my profession. You know what I mean?” She tried to match his playful tone. “I don’t think I have any art skills, so I’d say it’s a very cool talent.” She laughed lightly. It felt nice for her to be able to laugh this easily. It helped her stay distracted. “Well then you’ll have to show me sometime soon.”

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eurydicean

MIKE WONDERED IF THERE WAS A POLITE WAY to tell someone hell no, he is not alright, he’s freaking the fuck out, and he is scared shitless. “fuck no,” he ended up saying, and was disappointed that the word fuck managed to sneak its way in there anyway. well, he tried. “man, i just - i wake up with my face all beat to shit and i don’t… even remember who i am.”

Chris thought for a moment. Yeah... What he said probably wasn’t the best thing to say. He just wasn’t quite sure what else to say. He had good intentions... He just wasn’t the best at portraying those intentions. “Sorry dude...” His voice trailed off with guilt. “Um... Do you need any help? I... uh... think I have a first aid kit.”

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eurydicean

❝ AYE, THAT’S TRUE ENOUGH. STILL, i’d like to know the man responsible,” killian said, feeling red hot anger boil up inside him once again. he hated that part of him and knew it was something he’d have to control - felt that perhaps he’d gotten control of it before - but just then all he felt was anger. “he and i have a lot to talk about.”

Hinata flinched slightly as she noticed the other’s anger. She was not the best at dealing with any sort of confrontation. She figured it’d be easier to try and help him calm down, so she spoke in a quiet stutter. “I-I’m sure most people would... It would make everything easier...” She paused for a moment. “B-but anger can’t really solve an-anything right now.”

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eurydicean

❝ SURE,” THOR SAID SIMPLY, THINKING about the artistic jobs he was familiar with. there weren’t many, and blaine certainly didn’t come off as a painter. “are you some kind of actor or… poet?”

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better.” Blaine said with a laugh. His smile dropped slightly though as he thought about what the other had said. “I’m not sure... I guess I find myself singing along with any music that comes on the radios.... Maybe that’s it?”

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adam-stanheights

It surprised Adam the number of kind people he had met having been thrust into what he assumed would be a hellhole. Strangely, he felt like he belonged here more than anywhere else. He could not have known that, but it was a strong feeling. “That doesn’t even surprise me,” he said with a wide smile. “Humans are fuckin’ dumb. We destroy most things, we do too many drugs, and we don’t think with the right head.”

Murphy hadn’t been around too many people yet. He hadn’t been here for too long, so it was nice to find someone he got along with. It wasn’t that he was hard to get along with... He just wasn’t always the most fond of other people. He laughed. “Yeah but some of those drugs are worth it.” He shook his head. “From what little I know ‘bout it, alcohol seems like the best thing we have.”

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victor-annie

“Oh goodness, no!” Annie exclaimed a tad too loudly. Kindness flooded her tone, and suddenly, her voice assumed a higher pitch. “I do hope that you do not take that in the wrong way. You see…” She bit her lower lip nervously. Her vulnerability was always apparent, but it seemed that at the moment, it was even more visible. “It has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me. I feel like I’m falling apart. I wouldn’t have noticed if you had been banging pots and pans in my face. I am sorry. It really is me.”

Booker felt a light laugh hover low in his throat. This girl’s slight fluttery-ness that ran through her speech seemed almost familiar. It made him somehow content. It was oddly comforting. The moment passed though for him rather quickly. “Well then how did you find yourself in this run down place? Especially if you don’t want a drink.”

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victor-annie:

For nearly three hours, the brunette had been unable to walk. Each attempt at a step was met with knees caving, and body greeting the floor. Her chest heaved, her vision blurred, and tears streamed down her face. Nothing made sense. Hair was pulled, and questions tore across her mind like wildfire. When she was able to stumble out the door of her building, she immediately sat down, knowing that she would collapse to pavement once again if she was not seated. Snot dried beneath her nose, and tears continued to fall from sea green eyes. The sound of footsteps made her flinch, hands raising to cover her ears. Too alarmed to speak, Annie raised a terrified gaze to meet the other’s.

Bruce hadn’t been in this strange town for long. It was a new stressful, environment, and he wasn’t quite sure how to handle it. He wasn’t sure what to do. He had stayed in his new apartment for quite a while. It was intimidating to try and face this new world. He wasn’t sure how to go about exploring. He didn’t know what was out there. But he eventually forced himself out as he knew that might be the only way to get an answer. He had walked around for who knows how long without running into anyone. It wasn’t until he had found another apartment building, that he finally found another person. This person seemed in complete distress, and Bruce’s first thought was to try and help them. “Oh God! What’s the matter? Are you hurt?”

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adam-stanheights

An odd recognition struck Adam as he watched her— in whatever capacity they would become bonded, he hoped that he deserved her. If memories were to flood back, he would struggle to accept himself as being undeserving of her light. Perhaps it was a premature thought, but Adam noticed about himself instantly that he did not like to live without purpose. He did not know it yet, but it could have been a reaction against his former solitude and lack of aim. He would drift without a destination in mind, and each day seemed to blend into the next without distinction. Kindness crept into his eyes at the answer that she gave him. “Why is it that that doesn’t surprise me?” He felt worried that she might disapprove of his position. Adam cleared his throat, and lowered his gaze subtly. “I’m a uh… I’m a tattoo artist at Skull Island.”

Jane gently brushed some hair behind her ear. His personality reminded her of someone, but she couldn’t put a finger on it. Having no memory of anything besides her name was getting rather inconvenient. For all she knew they could have known each other. They could have been this close in whatever life they had before this. She honestly had no clue, but feeling this connection would have made that conclusion make sense. She laughed again. “Do I really seem like a nurse? I wish I had that much confidence in myself on the matter.” She could see the worry enter his face. Her expression changed to slight confusion before he spoke again. “That’s so cool. You’re an artist? I wish I had some sort of talent like that.”

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adam-stanheights

It was her blush that humbled him; his smile became tamer, not because his happiness had dulled. Not in the slightest. In fact, he was feeling absolutely giddy- he had nearly forgotten the rotten situation that the both of them were living now. His grin softened because of the splash of red that had appeared on her cheeks. The rose tint surfaced on his own pale skin in response. Adam did not know if it was a childish response, but it didn’t matter. He was feeling happy, and it seemed as if she was too. Those things D I D matter. “I admire your confidence,” he commented. “S O what is it that you find yourself doing around here?”

Jane’s gaze fell towards her feet slightly as she noticed the pink that rose to the surface of his own cheeks. It made her happy. This felt so natural. She was making friends so easily with this man that she didn’t even know the name of. She could already tell that he was going to be able to help her through whatever mess she was forced into. “The magical voices seem to think that I’d make a good nurse even if I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing in the slightest.” She laughed. She moved her gaze back up to meet his before speaking again. “What about you? I’m sure it’s more fun than being a nurse.”

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adam-stanheights

Jane was pleasant to be around. This recollection came to him naturally, easily. “I am going to say something weird, because to be honest, I usually don’t have much of a filter.” Adam chuckled, his grin almost too adorably large. He looked goofy, but he didn’t mind. Something so trivial did not seem important in their current situation. “You’re really nice.” He laughed again, shaking his head, eyes widening at how straightforward his comment had been. “Shit, if I don’t scare you away now, maybe you’ll stick by my side for a while. Then I’d be sure that you’re some sort of super human.”

“I feel like weird is something I’m used to. So be as blunt as you want to be.” She said with a light laugh. She was already feeling so comfortable around him, and that was slightly surprising. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to get along with someone so well in this messed up place. It seemed like a blessing. “Well thank you... You are too.” A light blush started to form on Jane’s cheeks. She wasn’t used to getting compliments from strangers. Her smile stayed plastered on her face though. “You’ll have to try a bit harder if you wanna scare me away. It would take that super human ability to make me leave.”

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adam-stanheights

“I don’t know,” Adam said, his volume elevating in a teasing manner, to show her that the situation had become light. He did not want her to regret how she had presented her feelings. “For real though, I think what matters most now is that people get along… I don’t know if that sounds random, but it just popped into my head. As long as we all work together, maybe we can figure this mess out.”

Jane’s smile almost grew wider. She was glad she hadn’t made things worse. Seeing him smiling along with her put her mind almost at ease. It helped her almost forget the stress picking at the back of her mind. “No I agree completely. Working together might be the easiest way to figure all of this out. Two minds are better than one right? Better put what little knowledge we have in like a pot, so that we can use it together.”

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swims-in-his-sea

The grin on her face expanded again. Now, Amanda was C E R T A I N that her lips would crack; her anatomical structure did not seem capable of expressing this much contentment. Of course, this internal thought was sardonic, but in the realest sense, Amanda felt that she had reason to assume that joy was not a common emotion for her to experience. “I think it’s a nice name,” she told him honestly. “I don’t know if my name is normal or not, but I sure as hell doubt that I am. It’s better to be an original. Isn’t that what good people say? That people should be themselves and not copies?”

Pippin’s smile widened. He hadn’t met someone this nice to him yet, and it felt somehow refreshing to feel joy again. Everything had been so confusing since he got there, and it was nice to feel something that somehow felt familiar. It probably wouldn’t make sense to anyone else but him. “Well, thanks again miss, but the true test is if it’s better than Pippin? They said that’s what I go by.” He said almost cocking his head to the side. “I’m sure your name is great. It probably fits you as much as Pippin fits me.”

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adam-stanheights

“I mean, the words start with the same first two letters,” Adam replied, as if this coincidental information represented irrefutable evidence. “It seems like a definite deal, in my opinion. Either way though, it’s a dope name. W A Y better than Adam. I guess my parents didn’t like me much.”

“That is true I guess. I guess it might just be a bit more like a gut feeling if that even makes sense at all?” Francis asked before chuckling quietly. “I guess I wouldn’t say it’s better than Adam. Adam sounds like a regal name. Almost like royalty I’d say.”

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jakassesinacircle

“HOW WOULD I KNOW IF this is how i open most conversations? there’s too much of my life i don’t remember and this is the first time i’ve said this. i’m only musing out loud anyway. i doubt my friends wouldn’t mind. do you just not like wine?”

“Even if you don’t remember much, it doesn’t seem like conversation you should have with someone you just met.” She laughed lightly for the first time since landing here. “Do I not like wine? That’s like asking if elves don’t ride birds.”