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There's a devil in my brain with a pitchfork and a flame; INDIE || OC

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        Quinn was very angry. Kent was the only person he had yet the man had left him for so long. He couldn’t find comfort in the man’s sister because she hated him. She hated him because she saw him as competition. He didn’t know why because it wasn’t like Kent loved him anything. He was just some damaged kid that just happened to be his friend. The boy leaned against the door frame and listened to the other. He really didn’t want to let Kent in. Their friendship was changing, and it was more so fading than staying in one piece.

He unlocked the door and stepped away as he opened it. “I don’t even know why I’m letting you in. You come and then you just come back whenever you feel like it.” Quinn said as he walked away from the door. “Shut it behind you, Kent.” His voice was cold and like usual, the boy didn’t jump into the older man’s arms or even greet him like usual. In his eyes Kent was ending up like everyone else.

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                                Quinn probably wasn't aware of Kent's feeling for him and neither did the other. True they started of as good friends but things went downhill eversince college started. Being the man of the family, he felt the need to be responsible over everything -- his comatose mother, his sister and also Quinn since he was like a family to Kent. Someone he hold dearest. And money was always the issue and he'd have to overwork himself for that, which takes all the time away from home and it wasn't as if he asked his life to be in such a way. If given the chance, he'd wanted to go back to when everything was a bliss -- with his mother still awake and conscious to the world, and Catherine, not being needy and especially Quinn when he was so happy back there.

       His trances of thoughts were disrupted by the sound of door unlocking and he looked up, finding the barrier between him and Quinn being opened. Kent offered a smile even if he was greeted with a cold shoulder, but he entered nonetheless, obeying the demand the other had asked him and closed the door behind me. He paused then, looking at the boy's back -- how he grew thinner, much thinner and it somehow saddened him. It means that Quinn hasn't been eating; the thought made him somewhat worried, but he exhaled, before moving closer as impulse had told him so, reaching for the younger male's shoulder and pulled him into an embrace from behind him. 

                                   "I've missed you" He muttered, face buried in soft locks. "And I'm very, very sorry" 

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       Sadly, Quinn hadn’t been taking care of himself. He was covered in bruises, his ribs were visible and he hadn’t been sleeping. Though, it was all normal behavior for the boy but without Kent to guide him — it only intensified. Quinn didn’t want to die, he’d already tried, but his habits just wouldn’t leave him. His therapist, who he ignored constantly and skipped appointments, would say that he was punishing himself. Sub-consciously but it didn’t really matter if it was sub or not. It was still happening and it was still putting his life in risk. 

Quinn looked away from the mirror when he heard the door bell. Pulling his shirt down the boy stepped from the bathroom while turning off the lights in the process. He wondered who it was until he heart the familiar voice followed by a familiar name. Kent. What was he doing here? In all honesty, the boy didn’t want to talk to him. Kent was out growing him or so it seemed. “What do you want?” He asked, through the closed door.

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                                 It wouldn't surprise him if Quinn ended up angry with him. Kent deserved the reaction since he never called back, never bothered to check on him once in a while -- too preoccupied with work. He wasn't intend on doing that, he'd told himself that he would at least call him once or twice while he was away but he didn't. Stresses from work got to his head and eventually it paid of for the coffee shop -- the new formula had attracted customers to the coffee shop -- but had he been missing Quinn so much. He should've bring flowers instead of a bag of grounded coffee mix. He sighed again. 

           It was expected that Quinn wouldn't be too enthusiastic in seeing him -- but he was expecting maybe, he would open the door for him. He paused, then, tapping a finger to the door frame. He'd wanted to ask a lot of things --like how was he doing and the likes. But it seemed as if Quinn was angry at him. Instead, he muttered an apology, hoping that the sound would be able to escape through the door and hence the other side. "I'm sorry.... Let me in?" 

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                               A nervous wreck, that was what Kent is for the moment as he stood in front of an apartment door, which belonged to someone he may or may not have seen for a long while. He wondered how Quinn was doing, since Kent was away for work; getting some specially grown coffee beans from his friend and leaving the neighborhood without even telling Quinn. But putting thoughts aside, he hoped Quinn was doing well -- especially in terms of his diet. Kent specifically worried over that since Quinn wouldn't eat without his presence and he may have notice that. 

      A lengthy sigh was heaved out then mustering up courage, with a packet of custom made coffee blend in his hand as he finally pressed the doorbell after minutes of pondering and self contemplation. "Hey Quinnie, it's me, Kent" 

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so ya haha i won't be on kent anymore i think

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"A man’s homeland is wherever he prospers."

-Aristophanes

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                                ๑ “Now give me a kiss or I won’t eat it and you’ll waste your money.” He smirked as he glanced up at the other. Quinn stepped forward and placed his hands on his best friend’s chest, leaning up with puckered lips. “Kennyyyy, come onn gimme a kiss~” Now Quinn was that hard to handle.

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                               "What a demanding princess" he's done with calling the sushi and now they'll have to wait for something like half an hour for the delivery guy to deliver their treats. but he leaned in down just so his head was levelled with the other and pecked him lovingly on his lips, pulling away to only mutter something against his lips. "Promise me you'll eat, okay?" 

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                                ๑ It was safe to say that Quinn was jealous of the man’s job. Well, the one that he knew about anyway. He wanted the man’s attention but lately he had to work more than anything. For his sister and himself, but not his mother. Quinn secretly paid the hospital bills and everything that had to do with the hospital. “Really.” But then he chuckled as the other said something about the subject change. “No. You’re not.. You’re tired and your eyes show it. I’m worried about you, Kent..”

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                                Imagine if Quinn finds out about his other job -- where he had girls clinging all around him, and begs for his attention -- and if he's paid more he might as well agree on doing it too. But being a host, his jobs mainly include listening and talking, pouring drinks and entertain his clients with his charms -- they wouldn't go to as far as having sex with their clients, unless if he was being paid extra for it. But putting that aside, he shook his head, his hand reaching to ruffle red locks messily. "I'm worried about you too. You haven't eaten and you've gotten... thinner" The word appeared as something vile, and he didn't like the unhealthy appearance of the other

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                                  ๑ Quinn rolled his eyes as the other told him such a thing. Why did Kent have to be so difficult? Why couldn’t he just give him a kiss? Or something. “Can I have sushi then?” He mumbled the question as grey eyes glanced up at the other, blue specks being seen within his eyes at the closeness.

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                               Kent was only playing hard to get. Don't mind him that much, Quinnie. He's not that difficult to handle. But, he smiled, upon seeing the light hinting at the other grey pairs.At least Quinn was eating again and that mattered the most, right. "Sushi it is. I'll call for some take outs" 

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Not like she had much choice in the matter. Body disposal was a hard task for a girl her size and strength. If he collapsed here, she’s screwed, and be left with a stinking, rotting body, not to mention the scavengers that came with it. “Yes. Don’t make me change it.” Seofne emerged from the house in her normal garb of shirt and short— and a skull on a stick. There were lights shining eerily inside the skull, making the two empty  eye holes shine out beams like a flashlight. The girl didn’t seem to notice anything strange though, and only took off at a certain direction into the thick trees, though not before yelling, “You coming?”

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                             Oh rude. Kent isn't that smelly, he's -- pleasant selling, if not his perfume sometimes would be of some strong and musky men's perfume. He couldn't help it -- those middle aged and deranged housewives who cheat on their husbands really liked the fragrance he was wearing. Kent wondered if the manufacturer deliberately add in a hint of pheromones to the perfume brand he's using. But anyway, again, he shrugged his shoulders thinly, following the girl from behind. Eyeing the stick she was holding onto and her short and petite stature, he couldn't help but to wonder something in his mind. "Do you live in that house? In the middle of the forest?" 

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          There was a mystery going on about this man that made Hypnos feel like needed something. But what? Not one to pry into one’s thoughts he simply wondered what could have caused much dread. What could he say even when the apology wasn’t really sincere (at least to him) but the mere acknowledgement could warrant something else. Perhaps gratitude…?             “Oh —…” His soft voice was followed by light footfalls while hurrying after the taller male. He wanted to say something but even being nearby caused several humans to fall asleep from what they were doing, so he merely stands and watches… Unsure of what to do. Being empathetic allows him to feel what others do… What can he do?

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                                A dread had been lingered about in his heart for quite a while now. Probably since he felt like he should burden everything on his shoulders without anyone helping; and he didn't want to be pitied and cared by people around him just because Kent owned an ego te size of China. 

               But putting those thoughts aside, he heard footsteps following him and couldn't help but to turn his head facing the same boy who coughed from before. Kent noticed that he stopped a few feet away from him and wondered what was it that he wanted. "What?" He didn't mean to sound angry though the tone he was using sounded rather vicious even for his own liking. 

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                                ๑ Happy that the other allowed it Quinn wrapped his arms around the older male and snuggled in. “Kent, — can I have another kiss?” Quinn, don’t ask for kisses when you know he won’t give them to you unless you do something in return. 

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                             He pulled away from the hug, though only a little to have a bit of gap forming between them. "No you can't not unless you eat something" He knew this would be his chance in convincing some food to be consumed by the other

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Kent wasn’t the only one eyeing the jewelry. Arriving after him Cain approached the display window. He’d been looking for a gift recently, something to give his colleague. And while regular presents seemed unfit, perhaps jewelry would be what she deserved.

Unfortunately the price had him frowning. If he saved up more, if he went without eating for a few days then maybe. Cain bit his lip, weighing the options in his mind. Of course he wanted to give her a good present, but maybe something cheaper would be more reasonable.

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                                  Something cheaper would always be reasonable. But then if it was for someone as important as Quinn, he would want to buy him something that would make the other happy, and would wear it most of the time. The silver bracelet would fit his very thin wrist and he liked the birdy charm at one of the ends too. It was when the other blond came and approached to his side, he had his eyes glanced down to his side. Perhaps he was interested in the same item he was looking at. 

           "Ridiculous isn't it? It's only some small thing, why'd they have to make things so expensive" He sighed as he muttered out words of frustration. Mainly because he knew he couldn't afford those with this month's payment. Of course the money he'd gotten from the host club were mainly for his sister's studies, his mother and Quinn's apartment rents. He couldn't spare some or he would screw his monthly division. 

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       ╰♡╮ ⇢ Was he —- pulling at her ear?! Only Joel did that and even then that was when she was but a little girl and often accidentally knocked things over when she run underneath tables and chairs. Had she known him better she may have bitten him (playfully of course!) but he was a stranger and so all she could do was whine and squeezes eyes shut as cheeks flushed an embarrassed rosy hue. “You — I’m not trying to drug people!” She whined, ” — who does that?!” Apparently naughty girts who go around offering free food to strangers but oh, she had credibility after having done this so many times before in her own neighborhood! “These were muffins that didn’t sell in the Cafe today! I was told to rid of them but — I’m trying to be sneaky because of my boss catches me, he’ll scold me for giving free good away!”

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                              He really knew no shame in doing this -- yes, pulling at her ear was something he'd done out of casualty regardless of whoever she was but he pulled his hand down and back to his side, his other hand holding the cancer stick in between two fingers. "You sure these are not drugged?" He asked, before -- again with the casualties -- carelessly took one from the basket. Kent held the cupcakes close to his face, sniffing on it for about. He took a small bite on it and -- chew, chew swallow... Oh they're kinda nice, he thought to himself, and hence came another bite. "I don't think people would wanna eat cupcakes at these late hours. Why not sell them for tomorrow?" 

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     ☁ Just where did she wake up now? Honestly she didn’t have a clue. It didn’t matter she supposed. After all it wasn’t like she had any work to do. While she was here she supposed that she should look around. Before aimlessly wandering however she had to get a cigarette. With the cancer stick between her lips she continued to walk until she noticed a rather distressed looking man. Rosemary raised a brow before speaking up. “Is everything alright sir?”

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                                Distress is a very nice adjective to describe said man. Of course, being financially distressed was what caught him in such circumstances -- where he'd have to drop out from college and leave his law studies while he was still a freshman at college. It was all due to all sorts placed onto his family and owed by the society; mostly debts from the medical facilities. And then there was his sister who wanted to pursue her life as an actress. But putting those thoughts aside, he turned facing the direction where the foreign voice was sourcing from; finding himself a rather ...  peculiar girl. He took a long drag out of his own cancer stick, holding it out in between his index finger and his thumb as he exhaled an amount of toxic air, his eyes eyeing the tobacco stick in between her lips. "Do you want to light that up?" 

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