@romain: someone's dog keeps following me around.
@romain: one retweet and i'll steal him. he's cute as fuck.

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@cainromainelettuce
@romain: someone's dog keeps following me around.
@romain: one retweet and i'll steal him. he's cute as fuck.
@romykelso: @romain i'll find a way, just you wait.
@romykelso: @romain kings, i'll handmake their food daily
@romain: @romykelso might as well write you into my will now! for the sake of the cats. their names are frank (big chungus), brock, shoelace, and crunchwrap supreme (crunch for short).
@romykelso: @romain bold of you to assume i would wait for something to happen to you to take in your cats
@romain: @romykelso remind me to never let you near my cats while i am living and breathing. when i'm dead? go nuts. they get a rotisserie chicken every friday and won't touch dry food.
@romain: if anything happens to me, can somebody take in my cats? i don't want them to go to a shelter.
hnymae:
Since the vote. The exposure…Michael’s death, Honey had been keeping to herself. She hadn’t gone to her classes since Monday, hiding out in her room more than anything, only seeing the people close enough to her to come over, but she knew she couldn’t hide away for forever, that eventually, she would have to go out, try and pick up the piece and get back to her life. Elkins don’t sit on their ass, Honey. That’s what her grandmother had said to her after her mother had passed, and its exactly what she would say now if she saw what Honey was doing to herself. So after a long pep talk, the girl finally pried herself away from the safety of her room, and showed her face, trying her best to act like her usual bubbly self. The guilt still ate at her, that she was responsible in some way for what happened to Michael, that she had ruined his life, his family’s life, but she hoped the watershed posts were vague enough no one else caught on, that maybe, just maybe, her reputation wouldn’t be so tainted. “Just cause the sign says help yourself don’t mean you can take the whole damn thing,” Honey found herself saying to the student she passed, who were helping themselves to a large tote of books the library was given away for free, smiling some, “You plan on reading all those or are you just like me who lets them get all dusty on the shelf?”
In similar manner, Cain had kept mostly to himself since the news of the professor’s death. The sickest part of his brain had a mantra, a parade of ‘you were right’ echoing throughout his mind -- forcibly pushed back by logic, by pity, by a last chance shred of dignity. He grieved for her, rather, than blame her; as difficult as it was, heartstrings slowly worn out -- not as elastic as they once were. And there was that avoidance, again, the coping mechanism he fought so hard against, back to taunt him in all his cowardliness. Distance was comfort, and knowing how their last encounter had gone -- the benefits of attempting contact with his old flame questionable at best. But, in similar manner, they had both come out of their dens, cautiously and yet, at once, feigning well-being. A faint look of surprise passed his features as Honey’s voice reached him, a pause in his actions, book still in hand. “A-ah, well...” his voice broke out, free hand going to push back the hood that concealed his profile from her view; the unmasking of a bandit, or a Scooby Doo villain, “As satisfactory as hoarding is, I’ve r-renounced my ways and now read every book I come across. I always t-took literature, uh...for granted, I s-suppose, and now I’m...fully intending on appreciating it.” as casual as he tried to sound; his nerves were clear on his tongue, fingers tapping against the book in hand.
maplewolfe:
Ripples of black lace trail behind Maple has they climb up the stairs to the top portion of the nightclub, fingers gently trailing back against the rail. Even in the loudest of places they find themself silent, stoic even as thoughts overtake them. They’re only dragged out of their inner monologue by the sound of a passerbyer’s voice, hazel hues darting towards the sound before they take a slight pause at the subtle shock of any interaction between them. She’s seen Cain around multiple times, even then they’ve spoken however it was nothing ever of depth or longitude; short statements that led to nothing. “I-, sorry, you caught me off guard. What did you say?” @cainromanov
They’re not a fan of clubs -- nightclubs in specific, but any party in any manner -- damp bodies pressed against one another and rapidly-blinking lights were enough to steer them away; but standing in solidarity was one of the few things that Cain did support -- the reason why they sit just outside the kitchen, eyes flickering up from a book ever-so-occasionally. “Ah, j-just,” he gestures towards their fit, then to his own, “Pluto, r-right?” Conversations may not have been common between the two, but just the concept of them -- alike and yet, different -- picking the same Roman deity to model their outfits after, was amusing enough for them to point out; a faint smile curving their lips. “I just t-thought it was humorous, that’s all. T-telepathic nonbinary Pluto s-solidarity, you kn-know?”
@romain: if somebody sees a large, white and grey cat somewhere by emeritus please call me. i think he escaped via the fire escape but i'm not entirely sure. responds to frank, or big chungus when it's yelled. thanks.
worst clownery you’ve witnessed?
“watershed.” proceeds to drop mic, mostly on incident.
𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐕 𝐚𝐬 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐎 || 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒
“I know you here in the darkness,”
IN GENERAL: They unknowingly distributed tampered drugs to their clients.
TW: drug use / overdose / death
𝐜𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐯
“the Lord looked very hard at Cain and said, ‘that mark on your forehead has grown bigger.’”
@romain: i do NOT bare resemblance to nevell from icarly and i will fight for my entire life on this topic
@eliaspaxton: god i would absolutely join a cult if the opportunity were to arise
@romacain: you know, i thought that too
@hnymae
Avoidance had become commonplace for the lanky, too tall to be entirely human ( though, unfortunately -- was undoubtedly, only that; mere mortal, not an inkling of ichor or fae folk fairness to them, just tired eyes that implied it just the same ) man -- wiry, tree knobs for elbows and knees; a gaunt face and purple beneath clear ( yet, at the same time, clouded. yet, also at the same time, empty ) eyes. It was a coping mechanism, their therapist claimed; a consequence of a consequence. It was a coping mechanism, their mind echo’d -- that was why he had hidden himself away the past four days...hadn’t it been? The abroad program felt much like a consequence, a dull reminder that avoidance could not be achieved unless total isolation was met.
Avoidance was, unfortunately, against doc orders. One could not expect recovery if one holed oneself up and acted as a damsel in distress. This too, did not come without consequence; their bones creaked in protest, eyes squinting against the intensity of the sun, hands cleverly wrapped away inside pockets to hide their shakiness. Cain focused on the sound of boot soles against pavement, counting steps and cracks and confusing the amount of steps and cracks it took to reach the nearest coffee shop, head bent strategically downwards to avoid coming face to face with ghosts of a past they were not at all proud of. Leather-bound fingers wrapped themselves around the door’s handle before giving a light, lazy pull, eyes finally leaving the ground with the intent of peering into the cafe.
Instead -- Cain found himself peering into the eyes of his biggest consequence; the one who, on a good day, Cain couldn’t remember much of besides mute yelling and faint touches -- and on a bad day, found himself remembering the smallest, most intricate details of her; of them, of what they were and what they could’ve been. Wind blew in from the open door; tussling strands of woven-gold, the only reminder that reality was not still in that very moment; the only reminder that Honey Mae Elkins was, in fact, standing right before them and not a cruel ghost come to torment the remaining threads of his well being. “H-honey,” it was almost casual; their voice hoarse from a mixture of long-term damage and the effect of not speaking to much of anybody besides four, very vocal cats the past few days. He cleared his throat; the gravel remained, “--it’s...s-sure been a while, h-hasn’t it?”
@wtfisupkyle: @cockandballtorture they were just letting you know your appointment for cock and ball torture is tomorrow at noon, have a nice day!
@romaine: @wtfisupkyle i......how thoughtful, almost forgot to wax my balls for it :///
@cockandballtorture: who.............hacked my twitter..........
( non-binary ) haven’t seen CAIN ROMANOV around in a while. the BILL SKARSGARD lookalike has been known to be (+) RIGHTEOUS & (+) AMBITIOUS, but HE/THEY can also be (-) EVASIVE & (-) UNTRUSTING. The 24 year old is a SENIOR majoring in BUSINESS. I believe they’re living in EMERITUS, but I popped by earlier and no one answered the door. ( snot goblin. 20. EST. she/they. )