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Your who does that? I don’t know about ice cream… it’s really sweet, you know what I mean? I can’t imagine that your agency is really a fan of you eating ice cream or anything? Or do you just not let them find out?

itboylucas

My avo. Or my Grandma, which ever you'd prefer. That's why I like it! They don't really care what I eat, as long as I turn up to every shoot looking like I always do.

#cbf to find the accent #ALSO #YOU DIDNT TELL ME YOU'D DEPLIED #REPLIED #c:anna

a-koval:

Usually, yes I do. And its not really like I have much to say anyway so it just gets a bit… dull, I suppose? Or it feels like it must be dull. I - uh - I’m not very good at asking questions. I - um… what’s your favourite food?

Well it certainly doesn't feel all that dull to me, that's for sure. My avó makes the best Bobó de camarão which is a shrimp dish, I'd guess. Other than that I don't really walk past ice cream.

#c:anna

a-koval

Well then it’s just something that you have, I guess. I can’t really fault you on it. Even if I don’t agree with you thinking my constant babbling is cute. At all.

I don’t like talking about me. I have this interesting thing where I am me and I have to talk about me quite consistently to many different people and it just does get really quite… repetitive, I guess? Have a bit of a deja vu thing happening.

itboylucas

Then we'll just have to agree to disagree.

Do you ever end up telling the same thing about yourself to the same person? How about you ask questions about me?

#c:anna

a-koval

Well then you must have very skewed ideas on what is “cute” and what is… not cute, I guess. Is the opposite of cute.

We always end up coming back talking about me. And I talk about me all the time.

itboylucas

So what if I do?

I like talking about you though. You're different.

#c:anna

a-koval

I do it a lot, don’t I? I don’t mean to. It must be rather annoying, and I hardly believe its cute. It just kind of happens, I guess?

itboylucas

No, it's definitely cute.

#c:anna

a-koval

I do in the mirror every day. Sometimes a few times a day because… you know they put mirrors in front of sinks and… yeah.

itboylucas

You're cute when you talk a lot, did you know that?

It was definitely worth braving the cold on the way to my agency today, if only to pick up some piece of paper that tells me I got put to walk in two shows. Hours of strutting around clearly paid off.

itboylucas

Look at you.

#he's amused at how happy she is #c:anna

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itboylucas

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itboylucas

grandma got ran over by a reindeer / lucas + anna

a-koval

With the cold came the lack of something to do, and Anna had claimed her place in front of the heater way back when the first chill hit the city. Now, as Christmas approached, all she had to do was roll over to gaze at the presents sitting under the tree, imagining what splendour and surprise that was wrapped up inside just a few millimetres of paper. She didn’t care for what was actually hidden within the packages, but not knowing what it was had made it hard for her to focus much else. She’d dozed off like this, facing what had essentially become her Mecca, the soft vibrations of people entering the landing stirring her just as often as a riled up statement did. Whether it was the boredom, or the fluxing nutrition, Anna found that she’d managed to almost always be tired and cold.

A loud commotion as someone - greeted at the door by an excited Mauve - entered the middle-storey landing stirred Anna indefinitely. She looked up, slowly in order for her head not to spin, and caught glimpses of girls flushing slightly, hiding their embarrassing sleep pants under blankets more adequately or guys tensing their arms as Lucas greeted the room of people huddled around reruns of some soap that Anna had never heard of.

Her stomach sunk when she looked up and met his gaze, hoping that he wasn’t there to collect on whatever it was he’d been trying to convince her into before. The house had collectively decided to stay in for the remainder of the night, everyone setting up a near-permanent camp in the living room or bedrooms to settle in and spend time with each other. Sober.

itboylucas

Lucas was relieved when the door finally opened, a giddy Mauve welcoming him into the house. He stepped through the familiar doorway, brief flashes of drunken memories flooding his mind. Greeting Mauve with a compliment and a light kiss on the cheek, Lucas followed the girl through various rooms, making small talk with the model. Their arrival in the living room sparked muffled giggles and tensed glances as Lucas said hello to those he was familiar with, his eyes searching the room for the one girl he was really interested in seeing.

A small smirk settled on his lips as Lucas’ eyes met Anna’s, the girl looking smaller than he imagined, engulfed by countless blankets and pillows. She was so innocent, so different from the girls that he normally found on the other side of his bed in the morning, yet he was somehow drawn to her. She was a challenge, that Lucas already knew, and he was more than willing to step up to the plate, because after all, Lucas de Souza never lost.

“Am I allowed to steal the lovely Anna for the night?” Lucas asked, a bemused smile on his lips as he addressed the larger group, although his gaze remained trained on Anna. His question wasn’t really a question, because he was only going to accept one answer. “Give you a break from guarding the tree 24 hours a day, and everything.”

#p:anna #p:grandma got ran over by a reindeer

grandma got ran over by a reindeer / lucas + anna

Saturday nights in New York held endless opportunities, Lucas had come to discover. No matter what he wanted to do, or who, he had never struggled in feeling satisfied Sunday morning. There were clubs full of women more than willing to let him take them home, and Lucas had never found a shortage of people who’d do almost anything to please him. At first, he was sure that he would never grow tired of the way things were was in New York, but he soon found himself becoming bored with the ease in which he was able to get everything that he wanted. So when he first laid eyes on Anna, and quickly discovered that she didn’t respond to his normal mannerisms, Lucas knew that he was going to enjoy himself.

The air was chilly as Lucas stepped out of his own apartment, the boy stuffing his hands in the pocket of his jacket in an effort to keep himself warm. No matter how long he lived in New York, or how many winters he would come to endure, Lucas was sure that he would never properly adjust to the cold. It was a short walk to the familiar house, the boy humming to himself softly as his feet padded the sidewalk softly. After running his fingers through his hair, a habit from his childhood, Lucas knocked sharply on the door, twice just in case the first wasn’t heard. He took a step back, replacing his hands in his pockets as he waited. A wave of unexpected nerves rushed through his body, but immediately Lucas pushed the feeling away. He knew what he wanted, and he knew that he was going to get it.

#p:anna #p:grandma got ran over by a reindeer

a-koval

I - oh. Oh. Can we do that instead? That sounds like way more fun! Except not everyone is going out tonight. They guard that tree.

itboylucas

I'll tell them that I'm guarding the tree then.

#c:anna

a-koval

I’ve decided that I really don’t like surprises, though. Ever since they stopped me from shaking the presents under the tree - even the one with my name on it.