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I exist. In thousands of agonies — I e x i s t. I’m tormented on the rack — but I exist !! Though I sit ( alone ) in a pillar — I see the sun, and if I don’t see the sun, I know it’s there. And there’s a whole life in that, in knowing that the sun is there.

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scths:

“I think I had lunch.” He paused to think about it. He never packed his own lunches and at times he was far too busy with work that he forgot to go out and eat. Usually Hara made sure he was fed. “Doesn’t matter, I just don’t want you to go hungry because I took half of your sandwich.”

He wasn’t sold on what the man was telling him, deciding instead to confirm. “What’d you have for lunch then, hmm?” he said, tilting his chin up with a squint in his eyes in suspicion. “Well, that’s very kind of you, sir, but I’m more concerned about you at the moment. Really, take it.” He raised half of the sandwich towards him. “I’m not going to stop until I’m sure you’ve eaten.”

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elizcveta:

eliza let out a laugh at his comment, nodding her head as she crossed her arms. “stranger danger is a thing, that’s why i think i should just be allowed to sit in my house watching netflix. my boss doesn’t agree,” she joked, smile wide on her face. “oh trust me, i can tell you aren’t a serial killer, don’t worry.”

“What do you do for a living, miss?” he asked, before taking another bite of his sandwich. A quick swallow before he smiled at her, more in relief than anything. “Oh, good. Because I would hate to look like a serial killer. Because I’m really not.” He shook his head. “Thanks for not thinking that I am, though.”

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bartenderlenaa:

“That’s not the same thing, I suppose.” A smile curled through her lips when he complimented the drink. She picked up a cloth and began to clean the counter as she listened to him.  “That’s a pretty nice place, I do like it here. It is nice to work in a place with great songs to listen while you prepair drinks.” She smiled. “You should, I would like to see your face here more often.”

He shrugged when she disagreed, deciding to leave it at that, seeing as that he didn’t share the same opinion, but it was such an infinitesimal thing that it didn’t prompt him to push further. A soft hum as he listened to the music coming from the speakers, and he nodded his head. “Yes, I quite like them, too. You have excellent taste.” He smiled at her before taking another sip of his drink, moving the straw around a little to make sure nothing settled at the bottom. A slight blush on his cheeks and he ducked his head as she spoke. “Oh, geez, um... I’ll be sure to drop by here more, then,” he said, nodding.

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bOIIII do i suck but im only 1 requirement away before the end of the term which is just a take home exam (it’s p much just copying + pasting from our readings lmao so im not too bothered by it) AND AND it’s due on thurs and ive got like........3 days to cram it on the morning of so eh. IN THE MEANTIME i will try to get to my replies rn and if i don’t get to everyone im terribly sorry but i will get to all of u eventually ok love u lots kirk out

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sashachristov:

Pausing with one foot on the first step, Sasha turned towards the source of the noise; delight immediately spread across her expression, a soft laugh trilling from her within seconds. People often remarked how her face was an open book, and it segued then into that of tame disgust, and she replied without hesitation. “I’ll have to pass, thank you. Don’t hate – but I am not a fan of egg on a sandwich.”

“Are you sure? It’s not your regular egg sandwich, which people are not usually keen on.” He wasn’t sure how else he could sell the idea of an egg sandwich to the woman--- not that he had to, of course, but for all he knew, she could’ve missed lunch of something, and it’s the second most important meal of the day. “It’s made with love?” he added, hoping that would do it.

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oftacils:

taeil had time to kill in between classes, but they were too lazy to make it up to their apartment. they were aware of the large probability that they’d decide to take a nap and sleep through their next class, again, so they chose the steps in front of the apartment complex to sit and waste some time on their phone. it had been uneventful so far, until a stranger offered food and taeil looked up with raised eyebrows and a spaced out look in their eyes. “uh, no.” they said, more out of reflex than anything, because two seconds later they felt intrigued. “why, what’s that?” they asked, pointing briefly at the egg sandwich? in the others hands.

It had become a force of habit for him to share whatever he had with people, be it someone who was close to him or a complete stranger. It was just the way he was raised, and while these values usually dissipated with age, it just stuck with him. “Well, it’s an egg sandwich. The best in the world, because I made it,” he said, a smug smile on his lips.

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ofeiji:

an embarrassed smile stayed etched on eiji’s lips, listening to the others reaction and letting out a small laugh. “oh, well– yeah.” he nodded. “sunflowers are the only flowers with the name ‘flower’ in it.” he said, briefly glancing at the male. “and, t-they also symbolize adoration, longevity and.. loyalty.” he added, humming lightly as he remembered. they were small facts he kept in his memory, taken from the endless stack of books he read through in the library, even writing notes in a notebook bought specially for flowers. “i-i work at a flower shop,” he explained, “and i’ve just been studying flowers recently.”

He was prompted to ask why he knew so much about flowers, until the other male had explained it to him. “You work at a flower shop?” That made more sense than just randomly knowing something, but then again, even he had a couple of fun facts up his sleeve that he knew for no particular reason, so perhaps it wasn’t that strange. “That’s very cool. Do you want to be one of those scientists for flowers? I forget what they’re called, but they’re the ones who spend time in nature a lot. Do you want to be that person?”

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kvdens:

“hear that? now all you have to do is get him to buy you a car,” he joked with the little girl, her resulting laugh making him grin before he turned his attention back to casey. kaden’s smile faltered slightly when he heard why casey was flustered. not that he minded, but the whole recognition thing was awkward for him when he wasn’t drunk or trying to sleep with them. “oh right, you know me,” he said with an awkward chuckle, scratching the back of his neck. “i’m not really… famous, i just kick a ball around,” he said with a shrug, “plus it’s like, not a big deal.”

He’d completely missed the slight unease of the other male’s part, deciding then to push forward. “Yes, well... I’ve seen you play, and you’re really great.” He smiled, nodding his head. “My dad’s always wanted me to play something--- anything. But then he stopped pushing for it after he learned that I have no talent in the sport.” A self-deprecating laugh slipped past his lips "So yes, I think it’s a big deal that you can do all that stuff on the field.”

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evanpxrcher:

Evan gladly took her half of the sandwich from Casey’s hand, a small and almost non-existant hint of a smile on her lips. “Thanks.” She took at the piece for a moment, and it sure did look like one hell of a sandwich. Taking a bite, Evan’s point was proven and she breathed deeply as she chewed, a pleased sound coming from her mouth. Evan looked at the extended hand in front of her, then up at the man, then back at the hand. She wiped hers on her pants and shook Casey’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Casey. Thanks again for the sandwich.”

He watched as the woman took a bite, waiting for any sort of reaction from her. He’d prepared the sandwich himself, and while he had very little to no cooking skills, he prided himself in being able to prepare a good sandwich. A smile formed on his lips when he heard the sound of approval she’d made, pleased with himself. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze as she took it and grinned. “You, too, Miss Evan,” he said. “And it’s no problem at all. Do you like it?” 

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bartenderlenaa:

“That’s bad, I would like to show to you my skills at preparing drinks.” She smiled and turned away, opened one of the shelfs and picked up a straw. “A bendy straw just like you ordered.” She said in a playful tone, placing her hands on the counter and looking at him with curiosity in her eyes. “You’re really a sweet little thing. Well, why did you decide to come here tonight?”

“Well, I could just sit here and wait for someone to order one and watch you do it,” he told her. He smiled when she handed him a straw and poked through it before dipping it into his drink. He took a sip, savoring the flavor in his mouth and let out a soft ‘ah’ before saying, “That’s nice and refreshing,” grinning at her. He ducked his head slightly at the compliment and said, “Well... I was on my bicycle on my way home and some of the roads were closed so I took this way and I saw this place, and I’ve never been here before, so I decided to give it a try.” He shrugged. “It’s a very nice place, though, so I might come here more often.”

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bartenderlenaa:

“Sure.” She shrugged, usually the orange juice was used in drinks. It was very rare for anyone to order anything that didb’t contain alcohol. “You’re not a booze guy, huh?” She asked as she opened the refrigerator and took out the juice, poured some of the liquid into a glass and handed it to him. “And I suppose you don’t usually goes to bars too, right?” Lena took a deep breath. “Sorry, I’m being intrusive. I’m just curious.”

He watched as the woman moved to prepare his drink, tapping his fingers to the beat of the bland music playing over the speakers somewhere. He shook his head at her question, although she couldn’t see it, so he added, “No, ma’am. Alcohol doesn’t agree with me.” He waited for her to pour the drink into a glass before he dragged it towards him. “Could I get a straw, please? If you have the bendy ones, that would be great, but if not, then anything would do.” He’d always been very particular about his food and drinks--- they always had to be prepared a certain way. He shook his head at the woman’s next remarks, and said, “No, I actually do. I go to bars a lot, but I don’t drink. Well, mostly not at night, because that’s when they tend to get... well, crowded. And I don’t do well with crowds.” He shrugged..

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bartenderlenaa:

Lena’s eyes widened at once when she heard the other man defending her. It was hard to find people with good intentions in places like this one, generally no one cared about a bartender or they were too busy having fun or trying to get attention from other people. When they were not interested in a drink, Lena was just a ghost. “You heard the gentleman here, back off!”  She did not use to be rude with customers, but sometimes it was necessary. “We don’t have milk here, kitten. I’m afraid you’ll have to order another thing.”

“Oh.” He cast his eyes down a bit as he thought of what else he could order. “Do you have orange juice, then?” He didn’t drink alcohol, although he did frequent bars. It was a suggestion from his sister, for him to go out and socialize with people, and bars were great places to do it. Of course, he never ordered alcoholic beverages, but at least he was there, right?

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bartenderlenaa:

“Look, you’re really hot but I am not giving you free drinks if ithat’s what you want. You have to pay like everyone here. Sorry, pretty.”

Casey had just sat down on the stool when he heard the bartender tell the other person off. From what he’d gathered, the person wanted to get a drink for free, and while he hated the notion of a materialistic world where you have to pay for everything, he very well knew that nothing in this world was free. “She’s right," he began, a quick glance towards the bartender then back at the other person. “You can’t get things for free. You must pay or stop bothering this nice lady.” The person rolled their eyes and fished out the payment for the drink and took it somewhere else, perhaps to avoid more of his admonishments. He turned back to the woman and said, “A glass of milk, please. Cold and fresh.”

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ofjulicns:

Noticing a change in the other person’s tone and expression ( was it apprehension? Was Julian too casual that it sounded like he didn’t care? ), Julian found himself shifting slightly - wondering how to fix the potential disconnection between his intention and actions. Though, he wondered if he had made it worse. “I mean, we can go Pokemon hunting instead? Up to you, y’know! I’m up for anything!” Smiling at the introduction, he extended his hand. “I’m Julian. Julian Jiménez, two-oh-two. It’s a nice place; I’ve been here for a while, what about you? Got any roommates?”

“Pokemon hunting?” he said, making sure that he’d heard the man---Julian---correctly. He seemed to be serious about it, and his eagerness was refreshing, compared to the snobby ‘no’s’ and ‘mind your own business’ he usually received from people. He took Julian’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze as he shook it, a comfortable smile slipping into his features. “I’ve only been in Vancouver for six months, but I’m originally from Toronto. My sister lives nearby, so... I’m here.” He didn’t think Julian wanted to hear the full extent of his story, so he just left it at that. “I do have a roommate, but he’s never really around, so it’s like I live by myself. What about you? Do you live alone or with someone?”

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haneunice:

The man was peculiar in his ways. Eunice wished to say that it was adorable peculiarity, but there wasn’t a bone in her body that thought of anybody in that certain way. As he unlocked his ziplock and took the sandwich from inside with fingers so delicate that one could’ve thought the fucking sandwich was a diamond necklace, Eunice couldn’t help but give a look of curious disgust. This wasn’t adorable weird; it was just weird weird. She almost regretted waiting on the building steps for her driver to arrive. Almost. But, almost met its way to regret when the man looked at her direction and spoke with his mouth full. With his mouth full! He spoke with his mouth full! Whatever disgust was on Eunice’s features amplified. Her smile came so naturally afterwards, though. Her smile — fake and forced in every manner — came with ease. “I’m fine,” she said. “You seem to be enjoying yourself. I wouldn’t want to take this moment away from you.”

The appalled look on the woman’s face wasn’t hard to miss---maybe she disliked eggs?---but it was quickly replaced with a smile that looked well-practiced. He was none the wiser, though; he wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between that and sincerity, anyway. To him, it was a smile all the same. “Well, come share the moment with me. Things are always better when they’re shared, you know.” He plucked the other half of the sandwich from the bag and extended it towards her. “Here, take it.”

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evanpxrcher:

Hearing the words, Evan moved her eyebrows down at together, glaring at the stranger. She could hear how his words weren’t at all judgemental, but simply of a confused person. She nodded, her shoulders rising in indifference. What could she do, after all, if her fridge that nothing in it other than alcohol and old pizza? “Yeah, no, my diet is pretty much liquids,” she laughed, then allowed herself to think about the man’s proposition. “You know what? Yeah, I’m gonna take you up on that.” She accepted. She hadn’t ate anything that day, other than weird, soggy cereal at the hospital cafeteria, and she was probably in some need for actual food. So a sandwich was a good idea. “No need to get too formal though. Name’s Evan. Porcher,” she stretched her hand out, “Like, Evan Porcher.” 

"Alright, then.” Using a napkin, pulled out the other half of his sandwich before handing it to the woman. “Here you go. One egg sandwich.” He smiled warmly at her before taking another bite, savoring the flavor in his mouth with a very satisfied ‘mmm’. He turned to the stranger, although he wasn’t quite sure if she still counted as a stranger, now that they literally broke bread, and extended his hand towards her. “Hi, Evan.” He grinned at her, waiting for her to take his hand. “My name is Casey.”

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text | anya & casey

Anya: I suppose because it's traditional. Personally though, I think the ballerina title really should be normalized as gender neutral.

Anya: Oh, no. He's definitely not worth the trouble. I'm fine. :) How's your day so far?

Casey: I don't understand why people need to have specific names for girls and boys when we all just do the same things. So I agree with you.

Casey: Okay, if you're sure... My day has been okay. Not much has happened.