not the cat.

b. binx williams x moris x idk

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nathanielbeaumont​:

Nate pauses for a second, teeth pulling his bottom lip as he lingers between relief at the dismissal and the lingering guilt. He reached for his wallet, deciding that there was no way he was going to let guilt over a spilt coffee ruin his day – he would simply have to right the wrong. Pulling out a single five-dollar bill, he held it out to the other. “Do me a favour and take this, as like a token of my apology or whatever. Buy another coffee tomorrow or something.”

Binx thought to hand the money back, putting his hands up in defense before sighing and seeing the look on his face. Instead, he took it and gave a nod of submission before stuffing it into his back pocket and scratching the back of his head. “Thanks uh..i’ll do that.” He nodded once more, the sheer act being that of being absent than much else. “I’m Binx, by the way.” Another nod, this time accompanied by pursed lips and the shoving of his hands into his pockets.

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xander-blitzman​:

Xander hated making multiple trips from the rink to Moris house, and attempted to carry as much of his books AND gear as possible, but it was quickly becoming an increasingly difficult task. Hockey sticks weren’t made for juggling around. He spotted Binx looking somewhat bored and called out to him. “Hey! Wanna help me carry some shit back to my room real quick? I’ll pay you in M&M’s.”

Binx immediately had to rack his brain to figure out if the other male was talking to him or someone else. Upon further inspection of who was actually around, he’d narrowed it down to himself and cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah––sure.” He nodded quickly, taking a few items off his hands to help him back to his dorm. “This is..a lot.”

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knoxblake​:

“God, whatever, it might be in lost & found by now. We can only hope.” Blake hadn’t brought anything particularly important with him, had his phone and keys in his pocket, but his notebook was in there. His artwork. Most of what made him a person, completely out of his clutch. “If you happen to see it around, maybe let me know, yeah?”

“I can um..help you look? Seems important, or something.” There was a slight shrug of his shoulders as he peered up at him, not normally the type to volunteer. It was the small bit of desperation that he’d heard in his voice that seemed to change the game a little bit, not that Binx was doing anything else anyway. “I don’t mind.”

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knoxblake​:

“Hey, quick question,” Blake said, gesturing toward the tree behind Binx. “Was there a backpack there before? Did you see anyone grab it? I kinda lost mine and I’m tracing my footsteps back, but I don’t know where I might have left it.”

From the short time spent there he most certainly had not seen a backpack of any kind, but he recognized that frantic look of searching for a lost item all too much. He shook his head, unfortunate that he couldn’t be of any other use to him. “N––No, sorry it’s uh..I mean nothings been here since i’ve been sitting here.”

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judehayward​:

“And you fuckin’… just thought… Fuck blue lives, let’s slurp this shit?” Jude asked, voice haunted by a ghost of amusement – not quite alive, but notably there, hovering in the peripherals of their conversation. “Alright. I, uh… Admire the improvisation. Bit, uh… Bit of a Bear Grylls survival instinct you’ve got, there.”

He should’ve just left it alone, but odd coffee kick instincts were hard to ignore. Needing that quick jitter for a few more hours to keep him awake and going so he wouldn’t fall back into the abyss of his room for hours on end. He just had a problem socializing of course, though this wasn’t helping at all. “Um..thanks, I think?” His voice was quiet, having detached himself from the coffee and left it alone. Whoever had tried to enjoy it before him had terrible taste in any case. “I don’t uh, normally do that.”

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nathanielbeaumont​:

“Aw shit,“ he breathed just as the cup clattered to the ground, liquid pooling slightly around the lid. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. I could buy you a new coffee if you want? Unless you know you’d rather continue, um, not paying attention?” Mentally he was calculating how much time he had before practice, even as he continued jogging on the spot.

“No it’s uh, it’s okay. I was almost done with it anyway so..yeah.” He had to keep reminding himself about the bare minimum of words he wanted between himself and another person––using the Ron Swanson method of one hundred words in one conversation. It had seemed to work well for him in any case, and he was very likely to keep that going. “Thanks, though.”

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nathanielbeaumont​:

Nate wouldn’t consider himself to be a scheduled person, largely due to the fact that he wasn’t a person who found comfort in routine. Instead, he could normally be found flitting between locations as if he was being chased,  which is what lead to him nearly running into Binx. “Hey man!” He greeted, stopping just before he tripped over the bench and jogging on the spot. “You people watching or something? Looks like this place has a half-decent view.”

The interruption left him a little frazzled, opening his mouth to search for words or explanations but nearly forgetting how to use them. He dropped the remnants of the cup and it was instinctive almost to curse, yet he found himself holding his tongue for that brief moment. “Uh..hey I––Guess? Wasn’t really uh..paying attention.”

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judehayward​:

Jude eyed Binx like he’d just squatted down and taken a shit in front of a weeping widow. “You, uh… You just… mine sweep that coffee?” he asked, giving a last suck on his cigarette before he tossed it – a shooting star, it soared in an arc, landing on Binx’s shoe. Rather than apologise, Jude simply pressed his lips into a line. Grave acceptance. Whatever happens, happens. “Fuckin’ hell, man. Only costs… fuckin’… under a fiver. You got a cold sore kink?”

Normally he could just order his own coffee, but it was the desperate need of caffeine and lack of his wallet that had rendered him useless in buying one. He’d reminded himself to thoroughly brush his teeth after, something he was sure of doing seeing as he didn’t know whose coffee this actual was. But then there was the issue at hand of getting caught, tragic. “Uh..No I just um..forgot my wallet.” He answered quietly, eyes barely giving him a glance.

[justbinx]

There was an amount of silence between the two that Binx could control, in fact he controlled all of when he chose to speak or not speak to people. A light sigh left his lips as he finally looked at the other, choosing now to talk even if it was just a few mere words. “Your uh..phone’s about to fall.” He alerted her quietly, those icy orbs giving her a quick glance before peering elsewhere. That was the most of a conversation he was going to start, even if it was just a quick comment. @scige​

[justbinx]

There was a certain comfortability he made sure to have for himself, never straying from it long enough to experience what he didn’t want to. But that was Binx, that was everything that made him. Straying from what he knew wasn’t appealing and it wasn’t him. Instead there was a decent amount of coffee left for him to scavenge while he sat back and surveyed the quad with his usual amount of half interest. @radopens​

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marlacrane​:

“are you really, though, binx?” marla shakes her head. “never mind, i’m just fucking with you. look alive, baby boy.” a grimace. “i’m never saying the words ‘baby’ and ‘boy’ together ever again. what the fuck. anyway.” she knelt to pick up the book she’d dropped upon impact. “you look, like, super emo. you wanna go rob a bank for therapeutic purposes? or, like, get starbucks?”

“Yeah I..uh, don’t know how I feel about that.” His words were soft spoken, as was the normal nature of of Binx as well. Besides, he wasn’t used to people being so quick to stop and actually hold a conversation with him. Conversations were tricky, like the ongoing communication between one another was enough to make him burst with complications as he had to figure out how to form full sentences and not sound like a blathering idiot. “Uh, no. Starbucks isn’t my um, I don’t like it?” Did he sound like a complete jackass for going against the Starbucks monarchy? Probably, but he’d simply grown to enjoy the particular tastes for small shops and what they had to offer.

[justbinx]

There was an inevitable silence that filled the air with each tick of the clock above, ears honed in on its very essence. How could he not be focused, what with the very test in his hands hanging in the balance. But before he knew it the time had hit three o’clock and he was forced to turn it in without a second glance. Binx slung the backpack over his shoulder without another thought and strode back to his dorm trying to avoid as much human contact as possible––and almost made it through before bumping into someone oh so tragically. “I––Sorry.” @radopens​