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interaction tag dump.
yo i’m going to take the revamp as a chance to really flesh out some plot stuff? ideally i’d love to have a plot with every mun for each of my charas and vise versa which i know is a stretcH BUT WE MIGHT AS WELL TRY so like this if you’d like to plot [further]
TEXTS ✉️ AVALON ↹ ISAAC
avalon: tough luck in this family.
avalon: carver won't talk to me because i stole his chinese food. he's such a bore sometimes.
isaac: give it 48 hours
isaac: his attention span isn't that long
rvdicvctive:
“Buddy, nothin’ I ever do sounds like a good idea. Doesn’t ever keep me from doin’ it.”
‘ have you even considered the reparations it might have, both now and, well, in the long run ? ’
soulbought:
“i need one?” she challenged, with a sly smirk. reaching out for her drink — a cosmo, in all of its stereotypical glory — avalon rolled her eyes as the bartender’s hand hesitated around the stem of the glass, finding some humor in it.
the brunette tucked her id between two fingers as she slipped it out of her wallet, flashing it to the worker behind the bar with her most innocent smile. blowing him a kiss as he finally handed it over, avalon turned to her cousin, pink lips meeting the equally rose-tinged liquid.
‘ is that right, little cousin ? you need one ? don’t tell me you’re a blossoming alcoholic, ’ he teased. she wasn’t truly that much younger than he was, only a year and some change, but that wasn’t the point. besides their family had vices far worse that having a sunday cocktail. for a moment though, he dropped the teasing tone, and looked at her seriously ‘ you would tell me if something was bothering you right ? ’
rvdicvctive:
Kendall’s gaze was fixed down at her drink, staring blankly at the untouched liquid. It had been almost two years since she’d had a drink, and she honestly had no idea why she was here. That was a lie, she knew entirely why she’d ended up there. But it was a piss poor excuse for breaking her sobriety. Which she hadn’t done yet. She’d only ordered, hadn’t taken a sip. “Hmm?” Her head jerked up at the voice, blinking herself out of her reverie. “Self torture?” she mused, an unamused laugh escaping.
‘ self torture. ’ he repeated the woman’s words slowly, nodding a slow circular nod as he spoke. ‘ that’s pretty dark for a doe eyed girl like you. ’ he paused, looking her over before flicking an eyebrow up, deciding to push a little further. ‘ do you deserve it ? ’ he wouldn’t ask what she was torturing herself for. if she wanted to voice it, she would, if not -- he’d let it be. for now, he’d just give her the opportunity. ‘ how long have you been staring at that glass for ? ’
rvdicvctive:
Paris slid casually onto the barstool, rapping twice at the wooden top for the bartender’s attention, muttering an order for an Old Fashioned. His head tilted at the voice coming from beside him, brow quirking at the other’s question. “Does anyone actually need a reason?” he countered, offering a nod of thanks when he was given his drinks, raising the glass for a slow sip.
‘ point taken, ’ nodding his acceptance before taking a swig of his own drink -- just a beer, he was a man of simple tastes. he places it back on the countertop and tries again. ‘ forgive my shit attempts at conversations starters. i’m isaac. ’
tcnic:
“I – I don’t really drink,” she admitted, shrugging a shoulder. “I just like games. Do you like games?”
‘ good answer, ’ he replied with a gentle smile. ‘ sorry if i’m ruining the game. i just wanted to make sure.. well, here -- let me fix it. ’
TEXTS ✉️ VIDA ↹ ROSALITA
vida: i'd never, as long as he doesn't get in the way. what's the occasion? then again, it's probably not my place to ask.
rosalita: that's what im worried about darling!
rosalita: oh just another one of zachary's dinner parties
TEXTS ✉️ AVALON ↹ ISAAC
avalon: a girl can't be adorable sitting on hay bales and covered in sweat.
avalon: what have you been up to??
isaac: someguys are into it
isaac: the usual, mostly making sure carver and ethan don't get themselves killed
TEXTS ✉️ AVALON ↹ CARVER
avalon: http://bit.ly/2g4cfvW you looooove me.
carver: not anymore
‘ you wouldn’t be able to recommend a place to stay, would you? ’ clementine asked, her strong virginia accent tainting her words, ‘ my girlfriend and i just got here and well, the mattress in the motel room -- well it’s just awful on my back. ’
‘ damn it, ’ the dark haired woman mutters, unaware she isn’t alone. she’s bent over, turning the contents of zachary’s car inside out [ a mess is the sign of a genius at work, rosie ! ] looking for what he had lost. ‘ god fucking damn it. ’
‘ .... yeah that makes sense. ’
‘ sorry, hi .. ’ andrew spoke, quickly standing up, still soaking wet. ‘ i hope you don’t mind ? it’s a bit of a mess out there. ’ he’d been walking back to the apartment he was living in but had been caught in the rain and took refuge on the first covered porch he saw.
rvdicvctive:
Ethan continued his gentle touch along Isaac’s abdomen, grazing his nails over his brother’s nipples, smirking at the result. The grip in his hair only stirred him on further, attempting to elicit more moans and wriggling out of Isaac. “So what if I do,” he huffed out, his breathing uneven. He let out a ragged laugh, smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You think fuck? That’s a very eloquent sentence, dear brother,” he murmured, twisting his wrist on the upstroke, flicking his thumb over the head. “You think this feels good? Imagine what it’s gonna feel like with my mouth around you.”
‘ if it doens’t matter, then you could admit it. ’ isaac replied through gritted teeth. after his sentence finished, he let out a heavy breath. the laugh caused a strange reaction, making his stomach drop, practically able to hear the look on his brother’s face. however as ethan moved, it caused isaac’s hand to react -- somewhat involuntarily. for a moment it gripped tighter, but then it let go, falling limply to the side. his breath was ragged at the thought. ‘ shit. ’
‘ are you a spirit ? ’ and despite the nature of the question, it leaves the young man’s lips easily -- a question of fact rather than one of lost faith.