’ who has fifty dollars anymore ? ‘
"uh... normal people?"
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@kleptomaniactic
’ who has fifty dollars anymore ? ‘
"uh... normal people?"
This——-UNBELIEVABLE. LITTLE. BRAT. All she wanted to do was to sit around and design something amazing but no. Of course not. Finnian Taylor had to appear with the urge to bother. BRIEF hope smashed & exasperation immediately followed at his motion ; her irritation PALPABLE through the downturning of lips and brows threatening to meet ( & she SWEARS her teeth aren’t grinding ). He had GALL and loads of it and Annabeth didn’t appreciate it as much as she may have if during a different situation—
“ Finnian Taylor ! I am not going to—are you being SERIOUS right now ?"
& it was as INSTINCTUAL as most needs to defend tended to be, making a grab for his phone when the OPPORTUNITY arose, her hand encasing and the other making a move to shove.
full name? well then, he's doing a wonderful job at pissing off annabeth. finnian side steps, avoiding the no-doubt painful shove as he quickly pockets his phone. his job was done. he got her to talk, which was all he wanted to happen really. he's extremely giddy at this point and can't stop the bubble of laughter that tumbles out of his lips.
"look who decides to speak~ see, wasn't that hard, was it?"
he acts innocent, eyes doleful and wide but he can't hold it for long before he's clutching his sides and cackling.
` it’s fun to ask people if you are pretty, then call them out for hesitating ?? `
( she seems genuinely confused. )
"so much fun. i'm practically giggling like a school girl on the inside."
&. kleptomaniactic ;;
’ who are you ? ‘
"i'll tell you for $50."
out thieving. time to be productive after stuffing my fucking f a c e. so yeah, starter call!
why yes, i stole your wallet.
of course you’re not getting it back.
home. muse. ask.
` eh —— !! that’s only because you caught me by surprise !! `
"but if i warned you that wouldn't be an fun."
she's going to fight you :lllll
yes good fights are my lifeblood
kleptomaniactic
Regret will always stand beside him in more ways than one. It’s an itch he couldn’t quite reach and at the same time feels light and ticklish that you can ignore but choose not to. He was over thinking things too much.
He found himself in-step with the crowd, there seemed to be a shopping hype for whatever reason in the middle of January and he could hear his mother’s nagging voice at the back of his head, be careful of pick-pockets!
it's been far too long since finnian's stolen something. which gives him the incentive to steal something, honestly. it's the perfect scenery for a crime. lots of people, busy season, distractions. so many people were ripe for the picking, and finnian couldn't resist causing shit-- it's in his blood, so sue him.
he pretends to be absentminded, walking without purpose until he bumps into someone's chest.
"oh shit!" he curses, feigning embarrassment. "sorry dude, i didn't see you there," he puts on innocence, a smiling face, as he slips the stolen wallet into his pocket fluidly without ever breaking character. too easy.
Lips SEALED, she’s going to let him do it—talk to his heart’s CONTENT ( or until ANNOYANCE overwhelms her, whichever comes first. But knowing ANNABETH— ). Everyone gets tired of hearing themselves talk, EVENTUALLY, right?
he pulls out his phone. hits the camera button and then starts to record.
"hey there, youtube! it's your favorite vlogger, finnian. today i'm doing an experiment. how long do i have to be a little shit for someone to notice me. right now, i'm trying this on my good pal, annabeth. annabeth, say hi to the camera but like, nicely--smile, smiles are good."
he shoves the camera in her face, grin wide and shit-eating because he's going to enjoy the hell out of this for as much as he can.
”It’s vintage. And don’t even think about it.” That isn’t the look of an honest person - he should know.
"don't think about what?"
This must be what it’s like to be my friend
lestat texting his bae
I want to RP real shit in a ship. I want the fights, the tears, the late nights with pillowtalk, the dumb discussion and small intimate moments, the duties and the nights ordering food because they’re too lazy to cook anything. i want disagreements and fooling around, being silly. i want the trips to places, to an amusement park, to a boring art museum one of them wanted to go, to the mall, roadtrips, lazy mornings and early, hurried mornings. little scares, silly texting when they’re apart, whining about things to eachother, night cuddles and nights where they don’t even touch because of a disagreement. I want the cute nights in, and the nights out. I want to see the pairing grow, I want it to take time and be complex, i want it to be factible, and not a fairytale. I want the good and the bad that comes with a relationship.
MAYBE if she pretended like he wasn’t here, he’d get bored and decide to leave her alone. Wasn’t that what warded off attention seekers—or she might be MISTAKEN but it was worth the attempt.
"oh the silent route? i see. i see. well i'll just chat for the both of us. i'm a pro at that, you know--"
he'd do it too, don't make him do it.
if he could look stern without blushing, that would be great. clearing his throat, and turning a more disapproving glare, jason’s voice is just a touch more high-pitched than normal.
“This is an awful plan, and I’m not stripping. You strip, if you need it to happen so badly.”
that blushing face was very instagram worthy, so finnian pulled out his cell phone and snapped a few pics. yup, totally posting that later.
"i totally won't call you out how your voice just went up a pitch. happens to the least of us. obviously i can't strip. i have a rep to maintain."
“You can call me Sparky when this plan doesn’t involve anyone streaking as a distraction. Or did you say sneaking? I kind of zoned out half way through—”
"okay then, static shock, apparently someone's mind is in the gutter. i most definitely said sneaking--but if you're offering to streak be fully prepared to have your roman behind all over the internet. actually, you know what? we're adding it to the plan--start stripping."