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so i have some things drafted but not much so i will be hitting up starters. message me if you wanna do something with one of my bbys. xoxox

also im sorry i suck for not being around

#ooc

elcnxs:

Elena. Bulimic. The sound of those two words together made a musical-like laughter to bubble out of her lips. Sure that could have happened in her life, but with all the rest that was already going on — the drugs, the depression, and all the rest really — also sticking her fingers up her throat and wasting all that food seemed a bit too much. “Definitely not bulimic, or some shit,” she leaned back on her chair after she put one bite of the chocolate pudding inside her mouth. If there was anything remotely better than chocolate in the world, she was still out of clue on what it was. “I was just hungry and everything on the menu seemed simply too delicious to pass it up. Have you never seen a hungry woman? Or one that actually eats?” She asked him with raised eyebrows. There was something nice about finally having company, at least she didn’t have to beg for it too much. “What’s your name?”

Marc smirked briefly at the response. He expected some sort of snotty or sharp response back to the question. It was not like asking someone if they were bulimic or some shit was a question to flatter. But he was not aiming to flatter anyone. He had been curious and so it spouted from his mouth. “Fair enough,” he replied with an off-handed shrug. He knew plenty of women and a few of them had hearty appetites. He shifted and slide into the seat across from her and the plethora of food. “Marc. Yours?”

#convos:elena

theprodigalsoldier:

“ we’re not kids anymore, marcus. i could definitely kick your ass now, ” he shot back, trying to be serious. but the smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. marc and all his bullshit amused jaxon, despite himself. he was the closest thing jaxon had to a brother, and his fondness couldn’t be overridden no matter how annoying marc was. “ you show up bleeding at my house, and yer gonna be grumpy ‘bout me wanting to make sure your brain ain’t fuckin’ bruised? ” jax replied, dubious and giving him a look that was half scolding and half a glare. “ i give you a bed and coffee, and yer still fuckin’ complaining? god, yer a brat. if you really wanna whine more about it, i’ll make you french toast. but fuck, i’m way too lazy t’ make you fuckin’ crepes. you could say please, ya know? instead of insulting me. ” despite their near constant bickering, jax was always on the verge of a smile, and he genuinely enjoyed his cousin’s company. no one else would guess that they actually really did like each other though.

there was a snort that came from the nasal area of his noise and entered the air around him at the words that came from his cousin. they were right, they were not kids anymore. however, marc felt that it would be a lot harder to kick his ass than jax lead on. could he do it? absolutely. the kid (using the term loosely) had been in the military. a smirk tugged back at the cousin’s lips. it was nice to have his cousin in vegas with him.

“yes i am,” he replied flatly and watched his cousin as jax droned on longer. he chuckled a little as he sipped the coffee. the caffeine blend was slowly waking him up. “insulting is my way of saying please. and i dont give a crepe about crepes,” he chuckled slightly. “french toast sounds good though. hop to it primo.” he grinned.