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@sloanekitesongbird: You are so beautiful it hurts to look at you for too long. Like the sun. Yes homo.
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@sloanekitesongbird: You are so beautiful it hurts to look at you for too long. Like the sun. Yes homo.
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@sloanekitesongbird: Hope it's okay I screenshot this! I missed you.
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@sloanekitesongbird: Hope your mean gay coworker chokes on a bagel when he sees this and doesn’t die but has a lot of time to rethink his life choices, aka being mean to you. A proper angel.
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@sloanekitesongbird: Guys, Avery left me home alone with scissors - should I cut my fringe back in? @sloanekitesongbird: For anyone who has seen old pictures of me - NOT my micro fringe. I'm not going through anything right now.
@kaitucker: @sloanekitesongbird
@sloanekitesongbird: @kaitucker Not the gif...
@sloanekitesongbird: Guys, Avery left me home alone with scissors - should I cut my fringe back in? @sloanekitesongbird: For anyone who has seen old pictures of me - NOT my micro fringe. I'm not going through anything right now.
@profaverylangdon: @sloanekitesongbird I don't appreciate how the wording of this implies I left you alone with a pair of scissors in hand. @profaverylangdon: @sloanekitesongbird We can afford a professional to do it, I'm certain.
@sloanekitesongbird: @profaverylangdon Did you not hear me shouting as you left the door 'where do we keep the scissors?" @sloanekitesongbird: @profaverylangdon No, the impulse will have died down by then and it won't be fun anymore.
@profaverylangdon: @sloanekitesongbird I see. @profaverylangdon: @sloanekitesongbird To be clear, I won't be letting you near my hair.
@sloanekitesongbird: @profaverylangdon Boring. But fair.
@sloanekitesongbird: Guys, Avery left me home alone with scissors - should I cut my fringe back in? @sloanekitesongbird: For anyone who has seen old pictures of me - NOT my micro fringe. I'm not going through anything right now.
@livvydlc: @sloanekitesongbird u do NOT want kai to see this after that last ig comment u left
@sloanekitesongbird: @livvydlc I'll give him some fresh ammunition. It's only fair.
@sloanekitesongbird: Guys, Avery left me home alone with scissors - should I cut my fringe back in? @sloanekitesongbird: For anyone who has seen old pictures of me - NOT my micro fringe. I'm not going through anything right now.
@alilbitdolly: @sloanekitesongbird girly you'd look gorgey no matter what!
@sloanekitesongbird: @alilbitdolly Stop! Want me to do yours too?
@sloanekitesongbird: Guys, Avery left me home alone with scissors - should I cut my fringe back in? @sloanekitesongbird: For anyone who has seen old pictures of me - NOT my micro fringe. I'm not going through anything right now.
@profaverylangdon: @sloanekitesongbird I don't appreciate how the wording of this implies I left you alone with a pair of scissors in hand. @profaverylangdon: @sloanekitesongbird We can afford a professional to do it, I'm certain.
@sloanekitesongbird: @profaverylangdon Did you not hear me shouting as you left the door 'where do we keep the scissors?" @sloanekitesongbird: @profaverylangdon No, the impulse will have died down by then and it won't be fun anymore.
@sloanekitesongbird: Guys, Avery left me home alone with scissors - should I cut my fringe back in? @sloanekitesongbird: For anyone who has seen old pictures of me - NOT my micro fringe. I'm not going through anything right now.
"and i love you i love you i love you, like never before.
like never before."
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Concrete jungle wet dream tomato
@sloanekitesongbird: Oh no, sure hope you don’t fall.
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Smile courtesy of Ezra. Photo courtesy of Sloane.
@sloanekitesongbird: My favourite sight in the world 😍
At Sloane’s words, Avery merely tipped his head back just enough so that she’d catch him rolling his eyes at her reprimand. The action took a little more effort than he’d hoped it might, sending a fresh spasm of pain through his spine. He winced, fist tightening around the throat of the plastic Father Christmas that Sloane had been lamenting the fate of. He tried to play it off, keenly aware of the way his friend and roommate was already peering up at him with great disapproval. Clearing his throat, Avery straightened his back to the best of his ability before releasing his hold on the decoration.
“Think fast, poppet,” he deadpanned, before dropping it neatly into her now out-stretched arms.
Mr Claus was in no real danger, with Sloane positioned directly beneath Avery, but he knew he’d be rewarded with a petulant scowl and a raised brow, at the very least. Exhaling slowly, he turned his back on her, pretending to busy himself with the string of lights he’d already clumsily strewn out. He took the brief reprieve to gently pat at the front pocket of his jeans, aimlessly fumbling to see if he had any painkillers on him. He’d been hoping for some Codeine but instead landed on nothing but a couple of measly mints. They would hardly ease the pain in his spine, nor would they resolve the fresh tremor that was threatening to render his hands completely useless for the day.
Sloane’s question was a much-appreciated distraction, though he found he didn’t enjoy the topic on hand there, either. He frowned, his back still turned to her, before slowly lowering himself down from the ladder. With each wrung, he gritted his teeth, willing away the dizzy spell that often accompanied his chronic pain. Once his socked feet met the carpet, he carefully turned on the spot to face her, his gaze lingering instead on the Santa in her hands, avoiding eye contact.
“My father is coming to stay,” he informed her.
Sloane had never quite had the pleasure of meeting Robert Langdon, nor did he think she would ever be so unlucky. He had rather hoped to avoid this ever happening, but he supposed it was inevitable. Somehow, the most difficult part of this fact seemed to be admitting to his best friend that he’d given his father a rather off-kilter perception of their current living arrangement. He wondered, distantly, if Sloane would be likely to hit him with a heavy Christmas ornament should she be unhappy with his pending announcement.
“He’s here to meet you, actually,” Avery started, hoping to ease her into it. Admittedly, there were very few reasons why his cold and distant father might want to meet Sloane, a woman he had never met and should, by all accounts, know very little about. Only, unfortunately, his father knew more about Sloane than even Avery had enlightened him to.
For someone so reserved and so grumpy, her best friend couldn't half be a drama queen. She scoffed at the bitchy little way he rolled his eyes, angling himself just so to make sure she caught it, even from his raised position. She dug her fingers into the meat of his calves, a silent - and final - warning to stop dicking about and get down.
"Think fast?" she parroted, eyebrows shooting up in confusion. Surely, he wasn't expecting her to catch him? Not only would that absolutely bugger his back, she didn't think she'd get out entirely in one piece either. Relief washed over her as she stretched out her arms and found herself cradling a plastic Santa like a baby. He gazed up at her with love, adoration, and sheer Christmas spirit painted across his plastic features. He'd done absolutely nothing to deserve a strangling.
"You've had your fun, get down now." she insisted, switching the plastic Santa so he was nestled into the crook of one arm. The other stretched out, ready to steady Avery should she need to, watching as he slowly, finally made his way down the ladder. Only when he was firmly on solid ground did Sloane turn her back on him, bustling into the kitchen with her new festive infant.
She upturned a mug that had been lying on the draining board (a Moonpig special, a present for Avery's last birthday, featuring a rather adorable selfie of them, Sloane's cheek squashed against Avery's own) and began running the tap. She beckoned Avery into the kitchen, unearthing a foil pack of painkillers. It wouldn't do much to take the edge off - not with the kind of pain Avery had, but it was all she could do.
"And is he...an elf?" she teased, gesturing to the new Christmas decor.
Sloane didn't know a lot about Avery's Dad. She wasn't even sure if he permanently resided in this country, or if like her parents, had no desire to step foot out of miserable, rainy England. All she knew was that when anyone brought him up, Avery's face twisted into a mask of displeasure. And Sloane didn't like seeing that look on Avery's face, so she tried to avoid bringing him up all together.
Bouncing the Santa-baby in her arms - he was quite sweet, really - Sloane let out a sharp, high pitched laugh.
"Me?" she cried, "Why, does he need somebody to sing at his Bat Mitzvah?"
She smirked, pleased with her own joke.
"Surely, he's not coming all the way here to meet me."
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@sloanekitesongbird: Sat repeating this for close to five minutes trying to make sense of your odd little brain until Avery finally just said ‘enough’.
@sloanekitesongbird: IS THIS THE BLACK EYED PEAS? BEP?
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Lunch dates with my girl.
@sloanekitesongbird: Alexa, play ‘That Should Be Me’ by Justin Bieber