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scwyvr‌:

sawyer was nursing on the morning coffee in front of her, which was really almost more cream than coffee at this point. she stirred the hot beverage with a small spoon that was provided with it. “how many times have you used that one?” sawyer laughed, glancing at the pastry in front of her. she ripped off a piece at the end, plopping it in her mouth. “what are your daytime plans?” sawyer asked while brushing off the crumbs left over on her fingertips. 

claire lifted her shoulders in a small shrug. “not many people can say they were named after a pastry. i’m just reaping the benefits.” helping herself to a pastry of her own, she took a hearty bite. her fingers swiped at the spare cream lingering at the corner of her mouth before she answered. “the fitting i was supposed to go to got pushed back so i’ve got a free day. i’m not to sure what to do with myself now.”

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thcrsen‌:

     “ spare shir— no, nah. just forgot my card, ” tyce offers in way of explanation, hands going to the pockets of basketball shorts to keep them from fidgeting. he knows what he must look like, barefoot and shirtless and looking slightly crazed or perhaps particularly dejected given his track record with his facial features. “ — got locked out, considered jumping the fence but i don’t think that would go over too well with our landlord. i do live here — promise. ”

her grin only grows at the mention of him attempting to scale the fence, a laugh colouring her words. “that’s too bad. i’m sure it would be a sight to see.” she tips her chin in a sage nod, her fingertips, still cold from clutching her iced drink, press flat against her chest. “he is a bit prickly. he doesn’t even like it when i turn on the charm. says i remind him of the dangerous girls he grew up with.” after a few more moments of shuffling, she produces her key, the card held between two polished fingernails. with a wave of her hand she gestures for him to follow her to the locked doors. swiping her key, she turns to look up at the taller boy, her finger pressed against her lips as if vowing to keep a secret. “if it turns out you don’t actually live here, do a girl a favour and don’t tell anyone it was me who let you in. my reputation would be ruined.” she teases, eyes bright.

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                     nursing   an   iced   glass   of   water   in   one   hand   ,   phone   perched   in   the   other   ,   mahoganied   orbs   meet   the   voice   with   piqued   curiosity  .   encountering   the   grin   at   hand   ,   the   usual   gruffness   associated   with   the   male   is   set   aside   for   a   more   AMICABLE   approach–––––   a   softening   of   otherwise   hardened   features   and   a   gracious   shake   of   the   head .

‘   i’m   trying   to   keep   weight   but   your   offer’s   right   CHIVALROUS,   thank’y   very   much   actually   .   you   always   carry   yer   namesake   around   for   fun   or   was   today   just   a   fluke    ?    ’

she shrugged her lithe shoulders, her caramel eyes bright with something like mischievousness. “you never know when you’ll crave something sweet.” she dipped her finger into the box and swiped it through the chocolate coating, pausing only to lick it off. “life is too short to deny yourself something delicious, don’t you think?” she posed the question with a tilt of her head.

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asapncah‌:

with the scent of fresh pastries and espresso beans filling her senses, noah settled into the table near the window of the new cafe. her hands wrapped around the warm mug in front of her and she was about to take a sip when eclaire slid into the seat across from her. eyes looked between the girl and the box of treats she offered noah and she giggled. “you’re acting like i didn’t see this joke coming as soon as you saw those in the display case,” noah teased while reaching into the box and picking up one of the cream filled pastries. “don’t mind if i do though.”

“oh no, it’s even better.” she followed noah’s lead and plucked out a pastry of her own. “i only ordered a coffee.” she gestured to the counter, where a few aproned baristas were hustling about, taking orders and crafting instagram worthy latte art and slashing names across white cups. “that cute barista tossed in the box for free. bets on whether he saw the four page spread on me in vogue or if it was just a lucky guess?” turning her wrist, she licked the spare cream off the side of her pinky finger with a grin.

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spotting the familiar face, eclaire unceremoniously set the delicately wrapped pastry box on the table and easily slid into the vacant chair. with the tips of her fingers, she pushed the box across the table and flipped open the lid, revealing the freshly baked dessert inside. “eclair?” she tilted her head and pressed her fingers to her lips, barely covering the amused grin blossoming on her full lips. 

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* / KIT 📲 ECLAIRE

KIT: what about an irish coffee

KIT: hair of the dog & all that shit

KIT: pls reconsider reconsidering

ECLAIRE: mm that sounds delicious actually

ECLAIRE: i could be persuaded

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* / KIT 📲 ECLAIRE

KIT: was that supposed to help

KIT: because it didn't

KIT: pity me

ECLAIRE: i mean i was going to offer a double shot of espresso

ECLAIRE: and the pleasure of my dazzling company

ECLAIRE: but i'm reconsidering

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* / KIT 📲 OPEN

KIT: i have a hangover from hell

KIT: send help

ECLAIRE: from the bottom of my heart

ECLAIRE: yikes

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      tyce has always been FOND of early morning ; something about new beginnings and the stillness of a world just waking up. he hasn’t lived on the coast since childhood and certainly not anywhere with beachfront. it’s freeing almost, these morning runs on off days with bare feet in the sand and the tide. the only bearable time, too. he still hates the heat — that part of the desert he was born in has long rubbed off after the cold winters of alaska and icy sidewalks of saskatchewan. his jog slows to a walk as he approaches the apartments once again, one hand plucking off sunglasses to wipe sweat and saltwater from the bridge of his nose as he approaches the gate to the backyard. only then does he realize that his key card isn’t anywhere on his person. “ crap, ” one hand idly rattles at the locked gate, half considering vaulting the fucking thing, before raising in a half-rueful wave as he spots someone, “ sorry — mind lending an assist here? ”

OPEN !!

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her body still functioning on new york time, makes sleeping later then dawn an impossible task. jet lag truly is a cruel mistress. after twisting and turning under her rumbled sheets for a good hour, eclaire reluctantly pulled herself from bed. though the majority of the world was still asleep, a few coffee shops were known to be open with the rising sun. with almost no foot traffic to contend with a no one waiting in line, the trip to the nearest open shop was quicker then she hoped. she rounded the corner to her apartment complex, her focus spit between finding her key buried deep inside her purse and keeping her iced coffee from ruining her top, when she heard his voice. glancing up she found the source easily. “depends on what you need assistance with?” her caramel coloured eyes drift down his tall frame in a quick perusal. meeting his gaze once more she tilted her head slightly, a smile on her lips. “sadly i don’t have a spare shirt on me.”

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( bridget satterlee • twenty one • cisfemale ) look, it’s eclaire davenport from apartment 3a ! i heard that she is here in los angeles because of her modelling career. they moved into moreau apartments three months ago and rumour has it, they can be quite stubborn and private — good thing they’re also creative and endearing, hey ? i hear they’re the coquettish of the building. ( bee, twenty, est, she/her )

her name is eclaire. like the pastry but with an extra e. she’s heard all the jokes

she’s a model. her career is just kinda taking off. she’s getting a lot more jobs and campaigns so she wanted to live on her own and live it up while she can

she’s from greenwich connecticut and her and her twin brother are the babies of five children

her parents are hella rich but it’s not something she advertises. her dad is a really successful lawyer and her mom’s fan own a chain of hotels and shit. eventually they want claire to take over the hotel business so she’s just out there tryina live her life until that happens

sassy AF and coffee obsessed. the first thing she bought for her new place was a fancy ass coffee machine

she’s got a flirtatious personality. she flirts with everyone and anyone because that’s just how she is

she’s pretty private about her family because a lot of people in the past have tried to be friends with her for the perks and she just want people to like her for who she is

lowkey vain and highkey flighty. she doesn’t want to settle for something until she's seen what’s out there you know?