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@citrine444
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citrine444 ──── closed & dependent blog created for valpohq. loved by sophie (24. she/her. gmt -8)
abril valdivia (25, she/her) ♡ introduction ♡ pinterest ♡ threads noah fontaine (27, he/him) ♡ introduction ♡ pinterest ♡ threads
" for the fiftieth time, that's just your face. the sooner you accept yourself the less we'll have to have these conversations. did you listen to the lady gaga album like i told you to ? don't be a drag just be a queen ? rejoice and love yourself today ? baby you were born this way ? " she sighed and grabbed her phone to play born this way. the interruption of focus was all she needed to discard the outfit planning she was doing, and move over to focus on whatever it was noah was doing. " why can't i tag you in them ? you on the run or something ? because you should really let me know now, i've gone this long without any charges and i'm not gonna start now. " a miracle in its own right with her hobby of breaking and entering, but she wasn't going to rock the boat. " okay. ew. i don't think anyone but you wants that, but with the gems you got going on shirtless with the some body glitter is the best bet. i have some iridescent glitter in the make up bag somewhere if you ask nicely. "
following his dismissive tsk, noah let out a prolonged 'wow.' ❝ and how many tiktok edits of your face are floating around the internet? ❞ before noah could further protest or even plead for nevaeh to leave the DJing to the professionals, she had already queued up lady gaga. noah hadn’t listened to the song she recommended, and though he liked it, he couldn’t bring himself to give her the satisfaction of being right. ❝ what? no, nothing like that. my record is squeaky clean. i just don’t want strangers on the internet knowing where i am all the time. i'm obviously looking out for your safety too. ❞ realizing he shouldn’t delve into why photos of him with other people weren’t ideal, he turned his attention back to his pile of clothes, which yielded no interesting options. tempted by nevaeh’s offer of body glitter, he reluctantly accepted. he sighed as he acquiesced to her terms. ❝ fine. can I have some body glitter please? ❞
who: vanni && abril [ @citrine444 ] where: abril's apartment
he knocks at her door and rings her doorbell over and over again. it earns him a few odd stares from people passing by, but vanni doesn't care. or maybe they were staring at the bouquet of sunflowers in his hand and thought they were beautiful! (he doubts that. he knows he looks crazy right now.) "abril~" he calls out as if that'd make her open the door faster. "if you don't open this door in the next minute, i'm drinking all of your diet coke right now!" it's an empty thread and he knows it - he's far more scared of her reaction if she caught him chugging her diet coke before she could even drink it for herself. this was the woman he was going to ask to be the pseudo-aunt of his child, after all. he'll be nice to her for... about an hour or less (at least ten minutes, which is a long time for vanni to go without teasing abril!)
abril sat cross-legged on her couch, her laptop cradled in her lap as the hard drive hummed loudly, a warning against the multitude of tabs she had open. she had briefly abandoned her paper to browse online sales when an incessant knock at the door interrupted her concentration, accompanied by a familiar voice. with a groan, she shoved her laptop aside and kicked the blankets off her legs. ❝ i’m coming, relax! ❞ she called from the hallway before flinging the door open. her exasperated expression met the eager face of vanni, whose hands were occupied with a bouquet of flowers in one and a six-pack of diet coke in the other. she should have known he wasn't joking. ❝ oh, wow, vanni, you didn’t have to do that, ❞ she answered, extending a hand outwards to relieve him of their strain. they both knew he did. ❝ well, thanks for stopping by. get home safe! ❞ abril chirped, turning to go back inside and gently bumping the door with her hip so it slowed to a close.
˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡. THE RING, MAL. THAT'S ALL YOU CAME FOR. NOTHING ELSE YOU GOTTA PUT YOUR FINGER IN. The blonde reluctantly followed her down the hallway, her fists tightly clenched. Mallory lingered just outside her bedroom, leaning against the doorframe. She crossed her arms, her reluctance to step into Abril's personal space evident. Watching her sift through her jewelry, Mal felt a mix of irritation and frustration—frustration at being put in this position.
When Abril spun around, ring in hand but held captive in her balled fist, Mal straightened up, her gaze narrowing. ❝ I didn't agree to anything. ❞ she replied, her tone steely. ❝ And I don't owe you an explanation. Just because we slept with each other doesn't mean I need to tell you everything. You ain't my girlfriend or anything, sweetheart. ❞
Mal's walls were back up again, as if nothing transpired between them. They both knew nothing about each other (aside from the spots that made them weak). ❝ Just give me the damn ring. Please. ❞
❝ it was implied, ❞ abril answered sternly, the furrow between her brows now deepening. ❝ jesus, get over yourself. ❞ mal’s words were venomous, and her casual dismissal cut deeper than she wanted to admit. she knew she wasn’t mal’s girlfriend—she had convinced herself she didn’t even want to be—but her words still stung. the last thing abril wanted to do after receiving such a cutting remark was relinquish the one thing she had over mal in this moment. so, she elected to ignore her comment and tightened her grip around the ring. ❝ i guess you don’t want it back that badly then. ❞ the constant push and pull with mal could be as exhilarating as it was exhausting. abril was so careful to make sure that throughout her whole life, she was always the one in the relationship that had the upper hand. that she always carefully placed herself in a position where she cared the least. there was power in that. but with mal she constantly found herself caught in a relentless game of who could care the least. and she was losing. abril squared her shoulders in a desperate bid to reclaim her composure. finally, she answered, ❝ or what? ❞
⋆.˚ it takes astrid more time to close the door than any normal person would need, more time than she’d ever needed. breathing exercises that’d been written off as overrated were the only thing left for her to resort to, she could do this. she could be normal it wasn’t some great task, they’d been friends long before any… bad decisions had been made. the past was just that; her favorite part of their relationship had been the simplicity of it all. even with her thoughts clouded she found herself responding to noah in kind, the jests were easy — it was them. ❝ you’re still on that boyish charm spiel ? god you don’t know when to quit. that’s going to be your downfall. in candyland that is. ❞ the grin plastered across her face as she follows behind him doesn’t match the competitive words that leave her but of course, she’d chalk that up to excitement purely related to the game at hand.
it falters for a moment — a thought running through her head, ‘ fuck… did i do too much ? ‘ shrugging the doubts away she forces an air of nonchalance. ❝ nope just us. i mean it’s more so about variety and all. i’ll eat for two don’t worry about it. ❞ already having taken a seat, she’d begun to riffle through the box in search of her favorite character piece. ❝ oh ! i call red ! it’s my good luck piece. and can you put some music on or something. the heater running as ambient noise is so not a gaming vibe. ❞ she tosses the remote to noah, eye flitting between him and other less conspicuous sights. gosh, she sure did the normal thing well. ─ ✶⋆.˚
❝ oh, okay good, ❞ noah answered with a bit of relief. it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to share astrid’s company with other people, but it wasn’t ideal. still, sometimes he worried how much they could trust each other to behave normally when they were alone, or that he was one argument away from creating a distance he didn’t necessarily want. and if he worried about it, maybe astrid did too. but clearly things were okay between them, and even after the occasional bickering, it was nice to feel a sense of normalcy. he grabbed a handful of candy from the bowl before flopping onto the couch, a heavy breath accompanying his collapse. ❝ what? no, what if i wanted to be red?❞ he asked through a mouthful of sour patch kids. ❝ whatever, you need all the help you can get. pass me the blue piece,❞ he instructed as his lips tilted into a grin. upon astrid’s request, he reached for the remote before announcing that he took his DJing responsibilities very seriously. he spent a couple of minutes flipping through options before coming across one of his favorites. he queued up "tongue tied" by grouplove, along with a few other songs from an old playlist of his. as they began to play, he glanced back at astrid, whose eyes appeared to be everywhere but the screen. that worried noah. ❝ is this okay? i can change it if you want.❞
Starter: Open [4 cap] @valpostart Location: Parque Cultural
Myeong broke off from her new cast in search of a moderately secluded spot she could light up at without disturbing any of the others practicing at the park. She’s just landed her first role since moving here, and although the part was small she was determined to give the performance all of herself which is why she chose to come along with the main cast to practice and help with scenes. Tedious work for someone with no more than three scenes in an hour long play, but the more face she showed the more familiar she could become with the already established cast and crew. If anyone dropped out or got fired at any moment, Mimi would be more than ready to snatch the part without a hitch.
It was a good thing she didn’t need the money at the moment. Thomas had offered to pay for all of her expenses in exchange for one weekend a month in a country of his choosing. Not much unlike their previous arrangement, except that this time she had zero obligations. Made the entire move out to Valparaiso that much more fun. Mimi could focus on familiarizing herself with the area and meeting new people which she was more than excited for. The place was beautiful, and so lovely that it reminded her a lot of New York but much less dirty. Only a month and some change into her move here and already she has found a great number of people to pass the time with on the weekends.
Mimi found a spot beneath a tree, not far enough away where she couldn’t see and hear the performers practice but enough so that her half a blunt wouldn’t blow at them. There was a shred of decency in her afterall. “Fuck. Me.” She cursed, realizing she’d forgotten to grab a lighter or had somehow misplaced it and she looked around before walking towards the closest person to her. “Got a light?” She asked, raising the blunt between her fingers.
abril sat beneath a tree, her legs drawn up to her chest and a sketchbook balanced on her knees. for some time now she had been watching the passing thespians, hoping to be hit with a wave of inspiration any second. in a sea of fellow creatives the park should be brimming with it. but observing theater kids in their natural habitat proved to be more difficult that she had thought. as a third marlon brando walked by, her hope began to wane. with a heavy sigh, she scribbled over her drawing and leaned her head against the tree.
it wasn’t until a voice interrupted her thoughts that she lazily turned to face the girl sitting beside her. “um, yeah sure,” abril mumbled, patting her pockets until she felt the cylindrical piece of plastic. after a few fumbling attempts, she sparked the flame and cupped it with her hand. “pre-show jitters?”
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝ indulge a keen awareness of my surroundings ? hm . . . does that mean i just need to be super hyper - aware of everything ? ❞ leia laughs fondly at the excitement and intrigue in the questions abril asks , shaking her head in response . ❝ it's not a date date . more like a friend date ? a platonic picnic date . ❞ she pauses as she gets her thoughts in order . ❝ the all - brown outfit is for a bit on stream tonight , but i'm also going on a picnic , so the sunglasses would be nice since we'll be outdoors . ❞ she explains , pausing again before emphasizing the following , ❝ but i was invited as a friend ! picnics are a great way to enjoy yummy food and nice cold weather after that scorching summer we just had . ❞ she's overexplaining herself and she knows it . she stops , offering a sheepish smile and returning her attention to the sunglasses they were looking at .
she slides the glasses onto her face , hitting a few poses ( and they were , of course , poses from dress to impress ) before taking them off and studying the frames and lens . ❝ these are cute . they don't look silly or oversized on me ? ❞
❝oh yeah?❞ abril prompted, quirking a brow while she listened to her friend describe the alleged platonic picnic date. she couldn't help it, the more details leia divulged, the harder abril worked to piece together who exactly her friend was talking about, and what exactly they were doing together. she filtered through name after name in her head, trying to determine who could possibly be worthy enough to share that experience with her. but alas, the results turned up empty. despite leia's poses, which elicited a laugh from abril, her focus remained steady. ❝first of all, i've already told you that you look hot in everything. secondly, you can't just drop a bad boy piece of information like that and not at least tell me who it's with.❞ she paused, drawing out a long, knowing "oh" and clicking her tongue. ❝i get it. is it because they're ugly? you don't have to show me a picture but i'm going to find them out online anyways so you might as well cut your losses.❞
closed starter : @citrine444, noah fontaine !
place : little leaves teahouse .
when meeting with potential art clients, reyna prefers to choose a place where creativity and inspiration could continue to soar. the view of the mountains, snow - capped and middle - distant, pleases their eye from where they've chosen to sit. prepared, with a folder opened, and several different paper sketches fanned out across the table like playing cards. it had been a bit longer than the week that they proposed to noah for his concepts to take, but such was the fickle nature of the muse. ( and that of their sleep schedule. but that's not important! ) strong black tea wafts in a ceramic teapot right next to the corner of the main drawing, with the skeletal shark and a chomp through the torso of the shirt.
merchandise is always a somewhat difficult beast to tame too, but reyna was confident in their abilities. ( transferring from traditional to digital, however. well, that is a task for later - reyna. ) “ooh, jinkies …” muttered in response to the flare of nerves, spying the door opening and the bell ringing. “… noah! thanks for coming. i'm super glad we could finally get a time to meet up.” immediate switch into being professional. this is how you do it. “i know we said one concept … but i had four come to mind.”
swimming with the fishes, noah's redemption arc, noah fence, all slogans that had been shot down internally by the muse himself as he tried to pick out a phrase that would resonate with his new line of merch. finding inspiration for these sorts of things did not come easy to noah, not for lack of ideas but because he could be so particular when it came to his brand. he needed something that he could look at and just feel that it was right. and some of the other artists he collaborated with in the past were fine, but he wasn't looking for fine. he wanted reyna. as noah swung the door open, a warm gust of air greeted him. his eyes flit between patrons before locating the brunette surrounded by a pile of papers. ❝hey, sorry i'm late━❞ he announced, draping his jacket over a chair before his gaze fell on the drawings scattered below. ❝oh shit, you did all these?❞
adem bumps noah's fist back, feeling supremely cool for a fleeting moment. he knew the fanny pack would pay off someday. "no problem. least i could do." he follows the other, sitting across from him on the couch, "oh, um, well... i like to think i'm pretty chill. most of the time. some of the time, at least." he tilts his head to the side, "but, uh... i didn't know how chill fruit is. but i'm glad to know it is. tell emine that next time you see her, healthy snacks are in." he'll have to call noah next time his daughter gets upset about cantaloupe and a banana in her lunch.
though noah responded with an eager nod, the extent to which he understood adem was still shaky at best. the flavors he mentioned seemed unfamiliar, but noah shrugged it off, recognizing that he just may not have the palate of a seasoned adult like adem. ❝dude i have tons of those. i mean do you want some?❞ he offered, leaning over the arm of the couch to rummage through the drawer of the stand next to him. noah’s smile widened as he pulled out a ziploc bag with contents that might have looked like sour punch straws to an untrained eye. ❝i don’t have banana and cantaloupe like you said but the strawberry ones probably taste just as good.❞
───✮ ˙ ̟ closed starter ft. noah ( @citrine444 ) ── in her apartment
⋆.˚ friends don't spend upwards of an hour fussing around with their hair in preparation to play candyland, yet for some reason, astrid’s hands were still tangled in her curls. a ponytail had been too causal, pigtails too childish, braids were impossible in an hour even if she could do them. eventually, she gives in — a palmful of curl cream lathered in her hair with it left to do as it pleased, all the sweat and stress for naught. she didn’t know why she was so antsy awaiting noah’s arrival, they’d made an agreement complete with a rulebook and all she could be normal. she had to be. there were other things she could busy herself with like setting up the various snacks, drinks, and candies that she definitely hadn’t run out to buy after playing candyland had been brought up. at least she hadn’t been lying about tidying up after rotting in her living room for days on end. for once, it seemed to be paying off. there’s practically no time to admire her work before the sound of her doorbell sends her bouncing walking towards the door. there’s barely a glance into the peephole as she swings the door open.
❝ and here i was thinking your fear of losing had you flaking on me. ❞ she skips the pleasantries entirely, almost as though they slip her mind ❝ did you get lost or something ? and did you bring the goods ? ❞ she steps aside to let him in, her tone light as if every word was an inside joke of some sort or the other. ─ ✶⋆.˚
for perhaps the first time in his life, noah was early to something. the anticipation of yet another one of their competitions quickly propelled him out of bed, through a cloud of axe body spray, and into his car in record time. so quickly, in fact, that he found himself standing in front of her door a full ten minutes earlier than he said he would be. he debated announcing his early arrival, maybe even ding-dong-ditching her house to pass the time, but instead he opted to stand there in thought, his hands tucked in his pockets. his foot began to tap against the cement as his attention shifted from the front door to his car parked across the street. it felt weird being back here, knowing that the last time he stood in this spot, he had made things...complicated. noah shook his head, trying in vain to dispel the memory. that was the past, and this was now. that was why he and astrid created rules in the first place. so they could enjoy each other's company without all the stress of whatever unintentional tension they couldn't seem to shake. he glanced down at his watch. finally, 8pm on the dot. raising his free hand, he rung the doorbell. “open up! FBI – we have a mugshot that’s missing your signature.” noah didn’t have to wait long before the door swung open and he was greeted by astrid. her quip softened his expression and prompted him to roll his eyes. “sounds like wishful thinking to me. bet you were hoping i wouldn’t show up,” noah remarked, stepping past her. he held up the bag, shaking its contents before pulling out the game. “candyland? check,” he announced, pulling the board game from its plastic sleeve. “boyish charm? also check." as he made his way towards the table to dump his belongings, noah couldn't help but notice the array of snacks and drinks that had been laid out. "dude, look at all this! are there more people coming or something?"
it's been weird for leon to run into his valpo friends again. some of them are excited he's back, others seemingly want to kill him. abril is in between, he thinks when he approaches her outside their favorite bar. "that's fair," the blond smiles softly and opens the door for her so they can go get drunk out of their minds. he knows he'll probably remember very little about tonight, but it's worth it. he needs it. "okay so there's the long version and short version," the man sighs as he sits down in one of the booths. he runs a hand through his hair before taking out his phone to scan the qr menu that's been sort of carved into the wooden table. he already knows what he wants, a royal schop and keep 'em coming. "i really missed you, you know."
“long version,” abril answered, settling into the seat across from leon. she took out her phone and did the same, scanning the QR code to peruse the menu of drinks. as she considered the beers on tap, leon’s words drew her attention away from her phone. she rolled her eyes, a vain attempt at suppressing a smile. “gross. you know i was wondering why it had been so quiet lately.” it was no secret that even platonic affection didn't come as naturally to abril as it did others. she often relied on her friends' ability to read between the lines. especially given leon's situation, where his absence didn’t go unnoticed. after a brief pause, she added, "i guess i missed you too." the server came by to take their orders, and abril quickly recited hers before turning her attention back to her companion. “well, go on. this better be good,” she instructed, folding her arms and sinking further into the booth's cushion.
status / closed , ( @citrine444 ) location / casaplan at javi's movie premiere !
" where are you going ? come sit down ! we don't want to miss the next showing. " luna had already made abril sit through javi's movie ( baja cero, fantastic name in luna's opinion ) three times, but they felt a fourth was just as necessary. each showing luna focused on something different, found new things to praise their brother for, but always the biggest emotion they felt at the end of it was pride. of course, she wanted to share that with one of her best friends. " now that you get the story completely, you can pick up on all the foreshadowing and hints he left leading up ! please ? just one more time and then we can go, promise. "
"luna, i love you, you know that," abril began, a phrase she seldom uttered without bad news following. in this case, she would be admitting to her friend that she couldn't possibly bear to sit down for yet another showing of javi's movie. it was impossible for her to keep focus on anything really, ever. and with luna sitting right beside her, it wasn't like abril could rest her eyes in between scenes or take a break to check her phone. "and i loved javi's movie. the first three times. but a fourth feels like overkill and i genuinely do not have the attention span to do it again. can't we just do something else?"
noah's occupation was far different from rohan's; everyone knew exactly what noah did, and probably more than they'd like. after several long-winded explanations about why a journey to the open ocean with just the two of them would be fun and not dangerous or annoying, noah had finally convinced rohan to accompany him for a few days on the water to film a vlog. he was elated. in preparation, he packed several cameras, ring lights, and some snacks before boarding the boat that morning. with his vlog camera glued to his hand, much of noah's afternoon was focused on fine-tuning his introduction and capturing cool shots of the water with his drone. though he had promised rohan he would keep his feature on his channel to a minimum, noah's memory wasn't all that reliable. after a few minutes of chatting to his nonexistent audience, he panned his camera over to rohan, who had clearly stopped paying attention. "hey guys! look, it's our captain. everyone say hi to rohan!" noah cheered, only to be met with silence. "rohan!" noah called again. he emitted a heavy sigh, powered down his camera, then plucked a kernel from the bowl beside him and launched it towards rohan's head. as rohan turned back towards him, noah followed suit, glancing over his shoulder as if to join the search for the culprit. "woahhh who did that? a seagull maybe?" he asked, sporting a guilty grin. he braced himself for rohan's throw by shielding his face, only to watch the kernel fall into the water. stifling his laughter, he then made a mental note to take rohan hooping. "what? just making sure you're still alive. what are you doing anyways?"
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-ˋˏ ꒰ 🐚 ꒱ ── their friendship was a little unexpected, really. rohan never would have thought NOAH of all people would manage to slip past his ( poorly crafted, admittedly ) defenses, especially not when the other man was so wildly different to himself. originally he wrote noah off as airheaded and oafish── and honestly, he still thinks that, a little bit, just fondly !── but there's a contagious amount of enthusiasm in everything the younger man does. he's so genuine, earnestly excited to be there, no matter what they are doing ; even if the work is boring or difficult to understand, noah is happy to be included. rohan's forever drawn to people with passion for life, like can somehow absorb the light they exude and infuse it back into himself, and so it didn't take long for noah to carve out his own corner of rohan's very small social life.
it's obvious, because rohan doesn't like taking people this far out on the boat, since the idea of putting them at risk like this makes him uncomfortable, but for how much they've been out here together he's coming to trust noah knows what he's doing ( just not enough to drive the damn thing, sorry skipper ) and that's made it a little bit easier. besides, even though he's complaining, rohan kind of likes having the company. it might just be noah yapping into a camera, but there's something comforting about hearing another person's voice all the way out here, instead of just silence, or waves, or boat horns in the distance. he huffs, setting his guitar to the side and standing up. rohan stretches his arms out over his head ( he forgets how long they've been just sitting there ), and then shrugs. " thinking. " he says vaguely── not entirely untrue, but not an answer, " something you're not really familiar with, so i won't bore you with the details. " another pause, before he asks, " you know how to swim, right ? "
"i'm going to pretend like that was the scurvy talking," noah answered, disregarding the content of rohan's reply as he settled into the seat next to him. rohan's moods never really bothered noah, partly because he couldn't really tell when rohan was being moody. even if he did catch wind of it, he never assumed it was in response to anything he did. it was just his personality. more often than not, noah actually found comfort in the presence of someone who always seemed to know what they were doing. someone who had the answers no matter how dumb the question seemed. someone who was reliable and grounded. sometimes, noah needed that. noah mirrored rohan's stretch, releasing a yawn in the process. he then rested his arms behind his head so that they cradled the nape of his neck. though relaxed, he couldn't help but furrow his brow at rohan's question. "of course i do, don't i look like it?" noah paused. "nevermind don't answer that. you're not preparing to throw me overboard or something right? because the popcorn thing was so fundamentally unserious. i was just in a silly mood."
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"what do you mean i can't come in?" felix' voice echoes off the walls of the tunnel - a whine that travels down farther and farther until it mixes into the music at the far - end. the tunnel's long enough that he can only see the occasional flash of light, but the bass still thumps through his chest; or maybe it's the annoyance that also gleams in his eye - or the bite of cold that gnaws through the thin, mesh turtleneck he's donning. "that's fucking stupid," he continues - much to the chagrin of the bouncer, who looks about a moment away from hauling felix out of the tunnel himself, "why don't you take that fucking - clipboard - and shove it up your -" a catch of somebody familiar walking out of the makeshift entrance - so familiar that it's an instant tension headache pulsing at his temples: fucking noah fontaine. "- you. you fucking did this, didn't you? jesus christ - obsessed much? it was one time! one!"
noah's excitement only grew as he neared the entrance to the building, the bass now synchronized with the quickened pace of his heartbeat. sporting his glow stick crown and a grin, noah imagined the reaction from the crowd dozens of times in his mind. it had been years since he debuted a proper diss track, and never once had he done it in front of a live audience. for him, this stunt was more than just a hobby or a means of racking up views. this would be somewhat cathartic for him. his diss tracks were a way to convey his feelings when words failed him which, truthfully, was more often than not. the security guards at the door gave him nods of recognition, their silent approval adding to his excitement. nothing could possibly ruin his night. that was until he heard a familiar voice cut through the noise, freezing him in his tracks. felix. kang. he slowly turned to face the man, his confidence wavering at the sight of felix. he glanced between him and the entrance, wondering if it was best to pretend he didn't hear anything and just make his way inside. but against his better judgment, he remained still. noah tipped his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, reluctantly meeting the man's gaze. "felix, whoever banned you from the club during my set probably thought you deserved it and needed to protect their peace," noah answered as calmly as he could. in reality, felix pissed him off. their history was nothing short of complicated, and noah hated complicated. "plus, i'm debuting my diss track tonight and i can't have any bad vibes ruining the experience for the fontainiacs. they don't deserve that."
status / closed, leon (@hecticlife)
location / music store!
“dude, look!” noah whispered excitedly with his hands pressed against the glass of the music store. his face had now leaned so far in to inspect the device inside that his breath condensed into a fog on the store window. though it wasn’t like he needed another dj sound board, it couldn’t hurt to have another one on hand. especially one with so many lights and buttons. if anything, this could be considered some kind of business expense right? to perfect his craft? leon was a music guy, he’d probably understand. “i think im in love. should we go inside?” noah spun around, his hands clasped together as he pled. “please please please please.”
status / closed , ( @citrine444 ) location / nevaeh's hostel !
" scale of one to ten, how cold do you think i'll be in this tonight ? " luvena held up a bikini top that she'd adorned with a variety of craft jewels and beads and nothing else. for someone who was known not to take anything seriously, rave culture and its customs is where she could get her phd. after a few seconds too long of silence she sighed and rummaged through to pull out a white fishnet shrug. " i guess i could pair it with this ? with some white fishnets so it matches and some jean shorts ? but i really wanted the bikini bottoms and the snow boots...⸻ it'll be hot on the dance floor right ? "
nevaeh's stream of consciousness sputtered behind him, going in one ear and out the other as noah sat in front of the mirror, meticulously peeling off the sticky backing of the gems and gently placing them along the arch of his eyebrow. "nevaeh, respectfully, if these turn out ugly, it's your fault," he said, pressing the last jewel into his temple. he finally breathed a sigh of relief, able to give his friend his full attention as he spun around. a hum formed at the back of his throat as noah inspected both items of clothing in his hand. "nah, it shouldn't be too bad. i say bikini bottoms and the snow boots," he concluded with a firm nod. "but if you post any pictures, please do not tag me in anything." he turned back to his own assortment of clothes, lying in a pile on the bedroom floor and began to rummage through some of his options. "do you think i should do the black mesh tank top with the neon shorts or should i give the people what they want and just not wear a shirt?"
abril had a difficult time waking up before noon on her days off to join plans, yet somehow, she had an even more difficult time saying no to leia. after all, it wasn't an entirely bad idea to spend some time browsing local art and chatting with the vendors. as she strolls alongside leia, her fingers brush along the shirts as they pass racks of clothing. she wrinkles her nose, tilting her head slightly to process her friend's suggestion. "what is this for again? do you have a date or something?" abril mostly listened to leia when she talked about her games, but they were hard to follow. she was almost certain this was the one about robots who lived inside of a chuck e. cheese, but the bit about the bear had thrown her for a loop.
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝ well , yes ! a date with freddy fazbear . . . wait , no , a date as freddy fazbear ? a date to freddy's pizzeria as freddy fazbear — i need to get an all - brown outfit for a challenge on my stream . ❞ she explains , having given up on whatever joke she was trying to cook up . ❝ and i need sunglasses just to have . i miiight have sat on my old pair , so . . . ❞ her voice trails off for a moment . ❝ i was wondering if getting brown sunglasses would be a funny addition to the brown outfit , or if it would just be a waste for a joke . ❞ she shrugs her shoulders before turning her head , having caught a vendor selling sunglasses just across from them now . ❝ the gamer gods have answered my prayers ! ❞ she motions abril to follow , linking their arms as they cross the road to the vendor's set - up . ❝ which ones should i get ? ❞
abril responded with a slow nod of her head. with most of what leia lost on her, she instead chose to pretend to understand the goal of her search. "so you are going on a date," abril confirmed with a coy smile. "who's cosplaying as the other bear? are they hot? and do they know how to fight?" any attempt at subtlety was lost on abril; when she got nosy, her questions had a tendency to come off as pushy. it took a bit of restraint to avoid listing off names of mutual friends. "you know, your horoscope said this morning that someone was thinking about you. and to 'indulge a keen awareness of your surroundings'. if you are going on a date i feel like i should vet their online presence and make sure they're not a freak-". abril allowed leia to take her by the arm and guide her toward the sunglasses. as far as she was concerned, the actual shopping portion of their day had merely become a side quest. she didn’t look them over long before plucking the pair closest to her off the rack and handing them to leia. "i dunno, maybe these? they're brown like you wanted."
