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tfweli:

“Oh, yeah, way too cliched.” He grinned and shook his hair out, bowing his head forward to him.

“So, tell me, what makes Spanish all the better ?” Aramis asks and raises an eyebrow in interest, mirroring the grin he was receiving with his own.

#{ &&. chat: eli }#let me just thank u for shortening this bc my attention span is short when it comes to long replies #even though i'm the reason they're long #but pls ur fab i love u already ok #pluS BOB !! a+++

acemikelson:

“Would you, uh.. would you be okay with me taking your photograph by that light post over there?”

“Depending on the context you give me of what you’ll be doing with said photo. Will it be placed on any walls or shrines that I should be aware of ?” Aramis answered wryly, lips twitching in an attempt to keep the grin off his face.

#{ &&. chat: ace }#don't mind him he thinks he's funny which is 4/10 of the time

“C'mon, dance with me? You can’t be that bad.”

“It’s a daily struggle for me to walk properly and not fall over so I am really that bad. These legs aren’t made for dancing...or running...or any extensive activity.”

#{ &&. chat: poppy }

smokeandcherries:

“Hey, hate to bother you but I’m dying or something new to read. Any suggestions?”

“It’s not a bother, really. But if you’re a fan of poetry then I highly recommend Pablo Neruda or Rimbaud.”

#{ &&. chat: cherry }

david--bishop:

It took David until after Aramis had finished talking to realize he was being spoken to, he was focused so intently on the recording he had made of his music for class. He yanked one ear bud out, realizing that his hair had probably hidden them from view of the man across from him. “I’m sorry, what was that?” He held his ear bud out, both in an apology and an explanation.

Upon seeing David pull the earbud out, a rush of embarrassment coursed through Aramis and he let out a cough, bringing up his free hand to scratch at the nape of neck. He was fairly certain his face felt hot and the possibility of surrounding tenants overhearing him had the brunette twist slightly in his seat to see if anyone had witnessed the embarrassing moment. Given, Aramis has called out to friends he’s seen on campus before only to learn they’ve had their headphone in so they couldn’t hear the brunette calling out their name and thus making him look rather foolish to other people. It wasn’t a favorite series of moments he liked to look back on or have happen again. Yet here he was. “Oh. I was just, uh, making a joke but you know...” Aramis explained lamely while gesturing to the earbuds.

#{ &&. chat: david }#are we the same person #bc i'm listening to wild too #we are one in the same #if u listen closely u can hear demi and selena singing

liam-adkins:

Liam fanned through the last few pages of his book. A chapter or two was left. The lobby was not the most ideal spot to read, but then again, it seemed like a much better option than his room. He loved his roommate to bits, but he’d get distracted speaking with her too easily. The raised his gaze upon hearing the other person in the lobby address him. He looked back down at his book, deciding at this point it would be rude to continue reading.”You know, I was too afraid to say anything honestly.” He shrugged smiling back at the boy.

Now, as much as Aramis was one to enjoy sitting in public places and letting to hum of noises flow through him in a comfortable buzz, it didn’t go past the brunette that he should’ve been planning his time more wisely considering his living room was still plagued with a mountain of brown boxes that seemed never ending. Then again, he wasn’t ever good with time management like his father or publicist. Aramis was living on his own for the first time; an apartment he could call his compared to the high scale penthouse his father indulged in and was quite proud of. Not that Aramis wasn’t---it just was a bit too flashy for his taste and when he was looking for a new place to live and Sixth Avenue came up on his radar, Aramis was already sold. It also seemed to a bonus that majority of the tenants were easy on the eyes which was always nice. Amusement lit up his features from what the boy across from him said and Aramis let out a laugh bubble past his lips. “Nothing to be afraid of; I don’t bite. Just a twenty-one year old who looks eternally twelve so no intimidation.”

#{ &&. chat: liam }#*replies 84 years later*#but it's nice to meet you too lovely!!#lemme just say a+ on your fc bc colton is amazing and ridiculously attractive

tfweli:

Elijah had been scrolling through Facebook on his iPad when he heard the boy’s voice. Honestly, he hadn’t noticed he was there, too busy going through notification after notification of family members telling him to VISIT SPAIN ELI when, really, he had barely enough money for food and rent. Apparently, they all seemed to think he was a doctor (no doubt something his mother said), and that he was rolling in dough. This resulted in Elijah having to take everyone down a peg with a million sad emojis and Spanish apologies. However, when he looked up at the sound of a voice–dry and slightly sarcastic–he didn’t expect someone so… cute. Which was saying something. It just made it worse that he looked young and was drawing; perhaps Elijah had a thing for young artists that he wasn’t aware of. How quaint. “I’d prefer one of your Spanish girls, if I’m perfectly honest, angelito,” he said, voice lilting in faint Australian accent, the petname falling from his mouth like water.

As the words passed through his lips and hung in the air between the two, Aramis had a temporary moment of confliction on whether he should’ve spoken or not. It wasn’t that he wasn’t social---he did want to make friends with his fellow tenants but there was a slight fear of saying the wrong thing that while he may find funny, the other may not. Which was a tad ridiculous as the thought lingered in his mind considering his adolescence did consist of talking to strangers whether they were family acquaintances or not. So it only made sense that he’d have to break the ice sooner or later when it came to seeing residents around the apartment building. Something that by far sounded more appealing than getting around to unloading the brown boxes in his apartment to wherever they needed to be. All the brunette knew was that while decorated, it probably wasn’t appropriate or considered the best interior decorating to have your living room filled with still full moving boxes. The rush of nerves from moments prior was soon gone when the dark haired man in front of him looked up and replied, making a grin quick to tug at Aramis’ lips. “French girls too cliched after Titanic ?” He joked lightly, tapping the eraser of his pencil against the page with a chuckle. “But Spanish it is then.”

#{ &&. chat: eli }#THIS IS SO LATE IM SORRY #BUT SHH IT'S FINE #his name is pronounced air-uh-miss after one of the three musketeers #i'm just lame and thought it sounded pretty #this reply took too long for being semi decent don't mind me

Pausing from his sketching, Aramis shifted his position on the chair, feet tucking warmly between the cushion and the armrest before blue eyes glanced up to take a minutes break byregistering all that was going on around him. The lobby was fairly empty give or take resident entering or leaving, and Aramis soon focused on the figure who was seated a few feet in front of him for the past twenty minutes or so since the brunette began drawing. Lips quirking up into a wry smile, he spoke, “You know, if you wanted me to draw you like one of my French girls, all you had to do was ask.” Aramis said in a dry tone to the person, voice laced with gentle teasing and eyes lighting up in amusement.