And why'd he make you so special, why did he bless you?

I believe that if I fly, I'll probably end up somewhere in paradise.

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evansnowgdi:

“What do you have against sweetcheeks? What about honey bunny? Snookums? Trust me, I have a million of them,” he assured her with a wide grin, clearly enjoying the nickname a lot. “Hun, when I start to actually flirt, you won’t know what hit you. It will just be a wave a desire like you’ve never known. And possibly never will, I don’t usually try that hard because I don’t need to. Dewdrop? I like it. I’m calling you Dewey from now on.” He gave a quick nod and actually pulled out his phone to edit her contact information quickly before locking it quickly before she could do anything with it. “Nah. That requires effort and it’s not that fun.” At the next suggestion for a name, Evan pulled a face. “Next. What’s your last name anyway? Maybe there’s something workable there,” he suggested, getting too into the name idea. At her response he let out a scoff. “What? No, what would have ever given you that idea?” The words oozed with sarcasm, much more cynical and cruel than his usual brand. “You think I can’t be shady? I’m a fucking beach umbrella I’m so shady. Also, old? Excuse the fuck out of you! Exactly how old do you think I am?”

“Honey bunny is cute!” Phoebe’s eyes lit up, clearly excited by the nickname until he went on. “Well, you might need to,” she suggested, shrugging her shoulders up and down. “I mean, if you ever decide you want to woo me. I’m not easily swooned,” Phoebe warned, before making a face. “Dewey? what?” She watched him pulled out his phone, confused on what he was doing, and, sadly, it wasn’t until his phone was locked again for her to catch on. “Well, okay, it was nice knowing you. I guess we’re done here...” She clicked her tongue, pretending to pack up before rolling her eyes. “Sometimes effort can be fun. Makes you feel like you’re good at stuff, and making a difference in the world! I like it,” she murmured, working on his other eye. Her brow furrowed when she heard his tone - much different than what she had grown accustomed to, and she shifted uncomfortably. “What’s got you so bitter?” She pulled her hand back, raising an eyebrow. “I’m starting to realize that... maybe thirty? Totally thirty, actually.”

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evansnowgdi:

“It’s the truth, sweetcheeks. But it’s okay if you’re not ready to accept that. You’ll come around,” he replied, clicking his tongue at her as though he was disappointed. “Maybe not now, but that’s just because I haven’t tried. Trust me, when I break out the real flirting, people turn to jelly at my feet. It’s a dangerous power.” He shrugged his shoulders a bit. “That wasn’t really the plan, no. I just happened to turn my wonderful creation into a metaphor for my love life. And the whole point of putting pickles into coffee is that people don’t want it. If they were expecting it and paying for it, the fun would be lost. It’s not about making money… which is the fundamental point my boss and I disagree on.” Carefully, Evan raised an eyebrow as he felt the make up being applied, curious what exactly she was doing but not really caring enough to check. “Anything pink will always be appreciated. Besides, pink really is my color. No. Definitely not Phevan. That sounds like we’re either some lame alien or some really nasty part of the body.” Evan closed his eyes as he waited for her to apply the make up, but couldn’t help but half anyway. “It’s not that my mom isn’t attractive or anything, I’m sure she’s cracking in the sack. She has to be, because why else would anyone put up with her? You know you’ve got problems when being a raging slut is your only redeeming quality.” Unable to stop the smirk that spread across his face at the words or even the words themselves as they came out, Evan forgot to take into account that Phoebe was still more or less a stranger and that his feelings towards his mom hardly made for good conversation. Not that Evan really cared. “Do I have the lingo? Are you really asking me that? Fo’shizzle, biznitches.”

“Sweetcheeks?” Phoebe crinkled her nose in distaste, clearly not much of a fan of the nickname. “I won’t believe it until I see it. It’s good to know this isn’t your real flirting. Anyone who says sweetcheeks as flirting...” Her voice drifted, eyes widening slightly. “Though, I can’t say much. I let a girl call me dewdrop in bed once. It was her thing. I don’t know, don’t ask me,” she rambled, shaking her head. “Whatever you want! But, if you ever do get fired, you could possibly make a business out of it. Just saying!” Phoebe pulled her hand back, humming in thought. “I don’t know. Evabe? My name makes things way too hard,” she decided, letting out a huff before going back to work. Her brow furrowed as he started in on his mom, reluctantly pulling her hand back and staring at him in confusion when she picked up his harsh words. “I.... am guessing you don’t have the best relationship with her.” Her response was reluctant, not sure if she should ignore it or push forward. Still, he seemed to move on, and Phoebe rolled her eyes. “I was thinking more like the whole... being shady, and reading someone to filth thing. You might be old, but you gotta keep up and stay hip, Ev.”

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 evansnowgdi:

“Shapely,” Evan continued to argue, happy to let the rest of what they’d be talking about slide. The idea always made people uncomfortable, Evan was used to that. Sometimes he specifically told people in order to make them uncomfortable; sometimes he just really wanted to warn them what they were getting themselves into. It didn’t really matter in the end. “Don’t be jealous, not everyone can be as beautiful as I am, it’s alright.” Evan shrugged his shoulders. “Sometimes things just don’t. Like oil and water. Or like pickles and coffee. You can try to force them together, but no one will be happy with the outcome.” Smirking a bit, Evan continued his laughter to keep from messing her up any while she applied the makeup. “Got that over with? Oi! The path to best friendship with me is a glorious, wonderful thing! Second favorite? Hmm… pink. Like a pale milky pink,” he said slowly, as thought really putting thought into his answer. He was probably supposed to say something other than pink, but he was enjoying himself too much. “Sorry, but one of the rare kinks I don’t have is a mommy kink. Honestly, the fact that anyone would want to sleep with my mother is still a profound mystery to me. I think mistress would work out better for the two of us anyway.” When she laughed, Evan grinned all the harder, looking pleased with himself. “Miss Cockfoster, Drag Superstar. It just rolls right off the tongue, doesn’t it?”

“If that’s what you want to believe,” she sang under her breath, glancing up at his eyes before focusing back on his cheeks and jaw. “I am beautiful in my own way. I think I can handle it. Maybe. You haven’t sent me swooning to my knees, yet, but that might happen once I finish this!” Phoebe tilted her head to the side as she focused, before pulling back to put powder under his eyes, reaching over for her eyeliner. “Wait, so you’re making coffee every single that that’s secretly a metaphor for you and love? That’s rather artistic. If you explained that to all the hipsters who come in, they’d probably appreciate the coffee way more. Maybe you could even add it to the menu, sell it for way more money than everything else. Genius,”she said, looking all too proud of herself before grabbing her eyeliner and telling him to close his eyes. Making an oddly angled triangle on both eyes, she raised an eyebrow at his defense. “Technically we’ve been in that path for six months. It was totally glorious, I must admit,” she agreed, before pulling back and making sure it was symmetrical. “Hot pink and milky pink? I can work with that! I could put our names combined on it, like all the cool kids do now,” she decided. “I don’t know what that would be, though. Phevan?” She frowned a bit, before reaching over for pink eyeshadow and starting to work it onto his eyelids. “Yeah? Well, at least you have a limit! I’m pretty sure that’s everyone’s thought when it comes to someone being with their mother, Evan.” Phoebe pulled back. “It does! But do you have all the lingo down? That’s the part that really matters.”

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♀ What was Phoebe like as a child? ♀

“From the moment she learned how to crawl, that girl never stopped moving. She loved exploring, touching everything around her and going places she knew she wasn’t allowed to be. You almost always saw her with bruises and scratches all over her body, but she still had the brightest smile you could imagine. I never had trouble getting her up in the mornings, since... she was typically the one waking me up. Sunday mornings, especially. Stubborn thing, though, we’d tell her to do one thing so she’d go out of her way to do another. But, one thing I really loved the most about her, and still do, was how she was always trying to make people laugh. Everything she did, even as a baby, she wanted to make everyone around her smile. It almost made up for how often she drove me to the brink of insanity.”

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Send me a ♀, my muse's name, and a question and their mother will answer it.

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evansnowgdi:

Laughing, Evan just shrugged. “Not me. I mean I’ve got some kind of pump in there that does all the bloody stuff, but otherwise it’s pretty much useless. But at least I’m pretty so it doesn’t really matter.” Grinning, Evan continued to talk about it in a very causal manner, not the least bit bothered by the idea of what he was saying or sounding the slightest bit ashamed about something most people would consider a character law or weakness. In fact, he sounded rather proud of it. “Nope,” he answered, popping the p in the word cheerfully. “And the word you’re looking for is angled and shapely. Huh? You’re still on about that? No, I haven’t. I told you, love and I don’t go together.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “You’re here at my house in the evening and you’re not sleeping with me, I’m pretty sure that’s best friend territory right there,” he replied, chuckling as though it was obvious. “Better and better all the time. I wouldn’t have a problem with it if you did. If you ever decide you need to get the whips out, feel free, mistress.” Joking as ever, Evan just smirked at the idea having too much fun with the thought; probably more so  than he’d have with the actual action. “How about Cockfoster? Evangelina Cockfoster.”

Phoebe still struggled to believe he was telling the truth. How could someone go their entire life without feeling anything? It wasn’t possible! But, assuming that his shrug off of feelings meant he’d had some bad experiences, she decided not to push the matter. They still weren’t ridiculously close, and Phoebe found herself being more aware of herself, not wanting to mess anything up. Even if Evan seemed to enjoy everything she was doing so far. “Pointy,” she repeated, grinning at him. “It’s cute! Have you seen my nose? I have no room to judge, but it’s - it’s like a slide,” she murmured, her finger curiously brushing over it before crinkling her nose. “I like it.” She listened as he still argued against the idea of love, shuffling around as she put concealer under his eyes. “Don’t go together? Why don’t you go together?” Eyebrows pulled together, she focused on his makeup for a minute, actually going quiet for the time being. Still, she grinned, and once she was pulling back, she finally responded. “Well, I’m glad we’ve got that over with! I’ll get started on making us best friend bracelets! What’s your second favorite color?” Phoebe rolled her eyes at his words, letting out a huff. “Well, at least you went with mistress. I prefer that over mommy any day.” Pulling back to look at his face, she moved on to contouring - the true art that brought the drag out. “Cockfoster?” Phoebe echoed the name, before pulling her hand back to genuinely laugh. “That’s beautiful. Soon enough you’ll be America’s next Drag Superstar.”

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Moodboard 01 - Phoebe Marsh solo.

“You and me? We’re gonna be friends. Give it to me!”

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evansnowgdi:

“Ah,” Evan said as though suddenly understanding something and nodding pensively. “Well, then there’s no problem here. See, when he got around to making me, God spent forever working on his greatest masterpiece, but sadly by the time he finished with my body and my wonderful disposition, he ran out of time for everything else. So, no heart and no ability to fall in love. Nobody’s perfect, right? But I’m pretty damn near close enough.” Shrugging his shoulders, he just grinned at her, not the least bit disturbed by the idea. “Those are two of my favorite things too. This right here is exactly why we get along so well.” Sitting up a bit straighter so she’d have easier access, Evan’s mouth closed–though the smile remained–and he focused on not moving too much. “Then chances are you’d love this. It’s strangely addictive. You Candy Crush your way right into their pants, it’s fantastic.” Used enough to make up at this point–much to the chagrin of most everyone he’d ever known–it didn’t faze him and he kept his eyes forward and looking at her. A errant thought crossed his mind of just how different this situation was to anything he’d expected but the thought made him do nothing more than chuckle to himself. “I can be good… well sometimes. It’s much more fun to be evil, but then that’s when you discipline me, right?” Since she was working on another part of his face, Evan hazard a quick wink at her with the comment. “It might make me prettier, but it’s impossible for me to get more handsome. Also, you’re going to have to start calling me Evangelina if this really takes.”

As he went on to explain his lack of... a heart, Phoebe tilted her head to the side, the confusion clear in her expression as she tried to wrap her head around that. “Everyone has a heart,” she hesitantly explained. “Or... I think so? I’m pretty sure they taught me in health that everyone has to have one to be, ya know, alive.” Phoebe shuffled around. As much as she kept herself away from love, that didn’t mean that she didn’t adore it as a concept. Phoebe loved watching movies - seeing people fall in love with one another, and for some reason, the fact that Evan hadn’t felt that didn’t sit well with her. It could very well be something similar to her own case - fell in love, it all went wrong, and he closed himself off, but the way he spoke, that didn’t seem the case. “So, you’ve never been in love with someone before?” She questioned him as she brushed over his nose. “Your nose is way pointier than I thought,” she muttered off-handedly, before moving on. “You’ve never felt butterflies, or - that annoying, but still nice pain in your chest whenever you’re with a person? It can be fun.” Still, Phoebe didn’t have much room to judge him for not wanting to feel that way. So, she tried to shift into the net topic. “We’re very compatible. We’d make amazing best friends, but first we have to work through the awkward just friends stage. Or we could rush into best friends. I don’t mind,” she said, flashing a smile before switching to concealer. When he winked, Phoebe let a laugh slip from between her lips, narrowing her gaze up at him. “Do you want me to discipline you? If you’re into whips, I have some at my apartment.” She did her best to keep a straight face, glancing down and focusing on his upper lip as she started to work the concealer in. “I can do that. You have to come up with a supper inappropriate and punny last name, though.”

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evansnowgdi:

“Don’t you know? Everyone wants me to jump them. It’s the curse of being this good looking,” he responded with a wink. “Besides, since when are friendships and meaningless sex mutually exclusive?“ Flopping himself down on the couch next to her bag, he looked over at her with a raised eyebrow. “I’ve watched weird furry anime porn… it’s not nearly that fun, let me tell you. Yes! Those were some of my favorites, I have to say. And sparked a lot of conversations. And a lot of gay sex. No complaints here.” Laughing, Evan found himself thinking that she was really imagining more of this game than there was, and he was going to be thrilled to disappoint her. “It’s a lot like candy crush with boobs, actually. Just better. Because boobs make everything better.” Looking up at her, he kicked back his feet and dropped his head onto his hands, looking the picture of contentment at the idea. “I’m always a good boy. I’ll only be naughty when you want me to be. But I don’t think that’s going to come up because it’s going to take you a long time to pull that off, if it’s even possible. I happen to believe that I was simply born as gorgeous as it’s possible to be.”

“Oh,” Phoebe said, dragging it out as she nodded her head exaggeratedly, clearly doubting his words, but in more so a teasing manner. Phoebe knew he was gorgeous, but with him clearly knowing as much, too, she couldn’t help but tease him. “They don’t have to be,” she mumbled, shuffling towards him and putting some primer into her hands before starting to rub it into his skin. “But I usually prefer it. See, with friends, you’re at high risk of falling in love with me, so I don’t want to risk that,” she joked, though she kept a serious expression. “Strangers tend to fall in love after one night, too, but luckily there’s no real attachment, so I can just leave their place and head home, never to see them again. Or... actually, living in Town makes that way harder, but hopefully by then they’ve moved on. Bless their hearts,” she rambled, pulling her hands back and looking up at him from under eyelashes before focusing on the foundation. “You’re welcome! I got you sex and helped you disturb old people. Two of my personal favorite things. Oh, candy crush with boobs? Count me in! I loved that game, and I love boobs. Sounds like a win win.” Phoebe’s eyes lit up, pouring foundation into her hand before grabbing a sponge and shuffling closer to him. “Mm, I prefer good,” she muttered, starting to rub the foundation in and humming in approval when it seemed to be the right match. “Oh, that’s what I thought, but makeup is a truly magical thing. Especially drag makeup."

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evansnowgdi:

“I mean, I have nothing against the idea, if you want to put on a pair of cat ears, go for it. Or want me to put them on, that’s fine too, but it’s not going to make me jump you. You have to work a little bit harder than that, my friend. Not much, but a little. As much as I wish I was clever enough to leave subtle little hints about kinks around, subtle really isn’t my style. Something doing my nails should have taught you, really.” Shaking his head at her, he quirked an eyebrow, laughing. “Yes, I’ve had virtual sex with an alien. It’s not quite as sexy as I think you’re imagining. But if you want to see the pictures, all you have to do is ask.” Her words really only seemed to excite Evan even more as she began to pull things out of the bag, a positively gleeful expression on his face. “First sex with a cat and now a free makeover, this night just keeps getting better and better. Pheebs, the day I turn down a makeover will be the day I… actually I can’t image a day when I wouldn’t want a makeover. This wasn’t exactly how I was assuming you were going to be using my body, but have at it.” Having not really thought much about sex to begin with, Evan accepted the change in tone easily, not particularly caring which way the evening went. Regardless, it seemed as though it was guaranteed to be fun. “I give you full permission to have your wicked way with me, so by all means…” 

At his response, Phoebe crinkled her nose. “Try a bit harder? Why do you say that like I want you to jump me? I’m enjoying this friendship! If I want to have meaningless sex I have plenty of people for that,” she assured, nodding her head and rolling her eyes teasingly. “I didn’t think it was that. More like you just accidentally left up your weird furry anime porn and didn’t think to close it before letting me in. I realize how open you are! You did make me put dicks with hearts around them on your nails once. I remember these things!” She grinned, mimicking the quirk of his eyebrow. “You know, I might wanna see that, after we finish this. And how this virtual sex thing works.” Phoebe sat the makeup down and glanced over at him. “Good! Just be a good boy and do everything I say and I’ll make you look even more gorgeous than you already are,” she promised, a a bright smile on her face as she reached up to pat his cheek. 

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evansnowgdi:

Hearing he skepticism in her voice, Evan found himself raising an eyebrow, not really have expected her to seriously believe that he’d been into that… but then again he supposed it made him proud. He always tried to give off the appearance of someone who would do pretty much anything and this showed that he succeeded at least. “You know, Pheebs, if you’re going to start coming over, you really should get used to the idea of jokes. Well, my kind of jokes. And I’m guessing you’ve never heard of Huniepop then… which is really sad for you. If you’re not into cat girls, there are also aliens, goddesses, fairies and porn stars. What more could you ask for?” He grinned at her, laughing to himself as he closed the game down and moved over to the couch himself with a raised eyebrow. “You brought a little bag of tricks? Color me intrigued.”

“Your kind of jokes?” Phoebe tilted her head to the side, her brows furrowing in confusion. “So you’re.... not into furries? I’m not judging you, Evan, you don’t have to try and excuse yourself by making it a joke,” she said, placing a hand on her chest and shaking her head. “I’m a very accepting person. You don’t have to hide your kinks from me.” Phoebe raised an eyebrow at the talk of a video game, shaking her head back and forth. “I’m not very good at those. Video games, I mean, but that sounds... interesting. Do you end up with photos like that for everyone? Does that mean you have sex with an alien?” Her eyes widened at the realization, sitting down and pulling the bag into her lap. “I was thinking more like treats,” she said, grinning at him. “I know we talked about possibly doing other things, but I got excited and....” Her voice drifted as she reached into her bag. “You’re, like, super white compared to me, so I had to go to the store, and I went on memory, which might’ve been a bad idea, but I’d like to think that I’m good at remembering faces,” she explained, before carefully starting to tug makeup out of the bag, showing him with a bright smile. “If you don’t really want to, that’s okay! Like I said, I just got... excited.”

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evansnowgdi:

“I’ve had plenty myself, there’s nothing wrong with beefcakes. They’re just usually very cocky without the cock to show for it.” As she brushed passed him, Evan just grinned and shrugged his shoulders, completely unoffended. He still had no idea exactly what was going to happen in this situation, but he just scratched his head and shut the door behind him. “So I still have one more strike, huh? I can live with that.” Thankfully Evan was a decently neat person as a general rule, since i hadn’t occurred to him in the slightest to clean up the place. Even as he followed her into the apartment, he was nudging the occasional dirty sock or misplaced book out of the way. Her question left him confused for a moment before he glanced behind her. His grin returned immediately. “Oh yes, I told you to hurry up. And now Evan hour has come and gone before you even got here, thanks to my girl Momo over there. Very what? Hot? Steamy? Furry? Are you trying to tell me that you don’t get into it with child-like cat girls? Because, damn, you’re missing out.”

Looking closer, Phoebe realized that the girl in the photo did indeed have cat ears, and a tail, and she was left speechless. Usually people weren’t so open about things like this, and though they had been talking about... something happening, Phoebe certainly hadn’t imagined it starting off like this. Clearing her throat, she shrugged. “Whatever floats your boat,” she murmured, before turning away from the screen and raising an eyebrow. “I did sleep with a girl who talked in a baby voice, but that was... not the best experience,” she decided, shaking her head back and forth. “I mean, ignoring the furry part, she looks really good!” Phoebe offered an encouraging smile before moving on to look at the living room, before shrugging her bag off onto his couch. “I had a reason for stalling, and hopefully you can hold off the anime sex for a little bit so I can show you what exciting things I’ve brought with me?”

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evansnowgdi:

As per usual, Evan didn’t really have a plan. Mostly he just did things as they appealed to him at the moment, never thinking much about the consequences. This night had not gone in any direction he could have predicted. Giving Phoebe four numbers was supposed to be frustrating and Evan hadn’t even expected her to work her way through them to find his, let alone end this night with her coming over. He wasn’t sure exactly what her coming over was going to mean, but he didn’t find himself particularly worried one way or the other. When he heard the knock, Evan finished up the current mission on his game and stood up to go to the door, leaving the screen on a very risque image. It didn’t occur to him to click off the image, instead leaving it up as he moved to the door, opening it with a smooth motion. Peaking his head out, he was slightly confused to see her standing with her back to him and knocking on the door across the way. He leaned in the door frame. “You know, either I really, really misread the signals, or you have a thing for big beefcake of men. Not that ol’ Tony there isn’t… well he isn’t attractive in the slightest,” Evan commented, chuckling. “… or it’s also possible that I made a typo…’ he relented after pulling out his phone and looking at the address he’d sent her again. “Is there anyway that you’ll actually believe that was an honest mistake?” he wondered aloud, though not thinking it likely.

Impatience was building as Phoebe waited for the door to open. Did she need to knock again? She glanced down at her phone, wondering if she she text him again, when she heard his voice.... coming from behind her. She jumped on instinct, before spinning around, frowning up at him. She wasn’t sure what to say at first, but she felt herself compelled to defend this ‘Tony’. “I’m sure he has a good heart, or... something, and would not appreciate your words,” she stated, pulling on the strap of her bag against her shoulder. “Big beefcake men can be fun, too. I’ve been with my fair share. Though, it does make me feel even smaller than I usually do, which is a real downfall,” she rambled, shuffling on her feet. She watched him as he checked his phone, leaning forward and watching as he scrolled through their conversation. “No, there’s no way. This is strike two,” she warned, narrowing her gaze up at him before slipping past him and into his apartment. That was likely a rude move, but Phoebe didn’t think Evan would care that much. She glanced around in interest, not really ever considering what his apartment looked like, but... all the tacky objects had thrown her off a bit. Still, she wasn’t too taken back by anything until her eyes fell on his computer screen. Eyes widening, she turned to look over at him. “Are you sure you didn’t already start Evan hour? Because that’s very...” Her voice drifted, not sure what to say.

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Phoebe going to Evan’s apartment at night was probably not the best of ideas, especially after he gave her four different numbers to chose from. It was likely he was sending her to an unknown location just for kicks, but... Phoebe was far too trustworthy to honestly consider him tricking her again. And, with his bit of pushing, it seemed like, to her, that he was telling the truth. If he wasn’t, well, even then she wasn’t sure she’d be too upset. As much as she wanted to grump about what he’d done, she did find it amusing. It was nice talking to someone, though, as obsessed with himself as he seemed to be, it meant that he wasn’t talking to her with only one thing in mind.... Which was a hard point to make now that Phoebe was driving to his place after the mention of ‘Evan time’. It wasn’t until she was on his floor that she realized this could have been a very, very stupid decision, but not the first one she’d ever made. She could just add it to her list and move on with her life. Checking the address a few more times, she slowly approached and knocked on the door, rolling her lips together in anticipation.

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TEXT // EVAN4

Evan: Oooh! Let me know!!

Evan: So I see. I guess only time will tell if that's actually possible.

Evan: I am, yes. You should be flattered that I'm postponing Evan Hour for you.

Phoebe: I will!!! I've always wanted to go to a drag show!!

Phoebe: I am totally flattered. And like almost there.

Phoebe: Isn't it weird how Town has like... no crime?

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TEXT // EVAN4

Evan: Do they have drag shows in Town? Is that a small town thing? I mean, I'm all for it if they do. I'd be very impressed with the place if that was the case.

Evan: Nope, a little cockiness is always appreciated.

Phoebe: They might! I'm gonna look it up!

Phoebe: Great, because I'm /pretty/ cocky.

Phoebe: Like I'm sure that I'm gonna gain your trust.

Phoebe: Also, are you still playing video games? Because I'm coming over. Finally!!

Phoebe: You'll totally appreciate my dilly dallying once I show up!

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TEXT // EVAN4

Evan: I don't know. I'm very sad to say I've never been to a drag show. :(

Evan: You're very confident that you're going to succeed in this, you realize that, right?

Evan: I forgot why I was confused and moved on to play video games. They always solve everything. :)

Phoebe: We should go to one!!!!!!!!!

Phoebe: Yes. What? Is there something wrong with confidence?

Phoebe: Oh. Okay.