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cassandrabrookes:
Cass just blinked at the man. She hadn’t refuted being the devil? Of course she hadn’t! “Sorry, didn’t think I ever actually needed to, and while I’ve been feeling a hell of a lot like God’s personal punching bag as of late, I don’t think that’s why he’s punishing me.” Granted, she had said as much out loud and Bunny had been all too quick to set her straight. The woman let out a tired sigh, shaking her head.
Everyone was always sorry, as if they couldn’t think of anything better to tell her. “Yeah. It was,” she agreed without preamble, knowing where his sentence was headed even though he didn’t finish it. It was shitty, it was unfair, it was terrible, it was life changing. And there he went with the monster talk again. Romanian monster, even. Bunny would sure get a kick outta that. “Your ‘prized possession’ is safe, no worries. As I said, I’d have come up with something a lot nastier than that if I was going to curse you. But you know what? Maybe I am a monster. Hell, I don’t even know anymore.” After all, here she was snapping at this guy even though she could have just let him scamper off earlier. Without another word, she reached out and took the pastry, tugging a piece off the end and popping it into her mouth to keep from having to talk more.
Although Matt had always been a little bit slow to pick up on cues sometimes, it was definitely evident that Cass wasn’t having any of what he was cooking up for her. Half of him wanted to keep his whole charade going, the other half was telling him to ease up on the woman because he could be a little much. Instead, Matthew just shrugged and pointed a kid who was walking by. “Hey, kid. I’ll give you five dollars if you lightly punch this pretty lady’s arm, yeah?” The kid, who he thought was around six-years-old looked at him for a good minute before running back towards his mom. “Look, see, you’re not a punching bag.”
Again, he shrugged his shoulders and propped his elbow against the table. Leaning his head into his head, his gaze moved towards her. “Eh, you’re the fun kind of monster. You know most people would have just upped and left this conversation by now?” Lazily, Matthew moved his other elbow onto the table and cupped his face with his hands. “But,” licking his lips he took in a breath of air, “here you are having a great conversation with the most beautiful looking person in this room. Don’t tell me this conversation wasn’t even a little bit fun.”
alanaxmurillo:
“Not directly, but I did know a dude from my old company who worked with one of their teams.” She mused. She remembered mainly because she had been jealous at the time even though the guy who had worked with them hadn’t done so for very long. “I don’t see why they wouldn’t want a consult, when was the last time they changed their website?” When was the last time she was even on their website? Maybe she’d go take a Buzzfeed quiz later today or something. Alana let out a small laugh, “Not- alright.” She’d just let him have it. There was no point in correcting him. She shrugged, tilting her head “I know people who have practiced kissing using a teddy bear and too many people who’ve used a teddy bear… for worse.”
It was a hypothetical, regardless of what he answered it wouldn’t happen. Not to mention, he technically started it, not her. “You didn’t want to give me clothes, I had to prove a point.” Which was partially proved and she already had a shirt on, but now she was just curious. She wiggled her brows playfully at him, her hand hovering above the flour, “Well, if you say that.” She grabbed a small pinch, tossing it in his face, “oops.” Turning back, she popped a chip in her mouth before going back to mixing the batter. Rolling her eyes, she glanced at him, a small smile sitting at the corner of her lips. “You can pay me for your services” she joked. Alana shrugged, “didn’t anyone tell you, don’t fall in love with someone who’ll break your heart.”
“I’m pretty sure this is what love is,” he started, thinking of ways he could plaster Practicology all over Buzzfeed’s website and a hefty profit. If Alana could do that maybe he could even snag businesses like Nike and Adidas. Turning his attention back towards her, he couldn’t help but belt out a laugh at her idea of far worse. “I mean, don’t tell anyone.” Matt lowered his voice and moved closer to her ear, “I once did far worse to the couch cushion when I was a kid.” Laughing, he pulled away from her and kissed the top of her head. “Secret between us, alright? I was like, eleven, and for some reason I just knew it would feel good to use cushions. Did it? Eh.”
Wrinkling his nose as the flour hit his face, he jumped off the counter and moved towards the the pantry to pull out some powdered sugar. “You know what goes well with pancakes? Sugar on top, right?” Moving towards her, he placed the container of sugar onto the counter and dipped his finger into it. As his fingers moved towards her nose and then to her lips, he grinned widely. “I think this is better than makeup, Alana. You look beautiful.” Mimicking the wiggle of her brows she previously gave him, he chuckled. The thing with Alana was that he never felt the need to pressure for anything more, what they had between worked and he appreciated every bit of it. Glancing towards her, his hand moved towards his chest and hands moved to clench where his heart would be. “The heart wants what it wants. Wise words from Ms. Gomez. Selena Gomez.”
mcsonhartley:
“Aww, are you jealous?” Mason joked, a smile creeping onto his face. It was the first in a while since they began their conversation, as he’d been too preoccupied with his current predicament to even crack a joke. But as soon as the feeling came, it left when he thought about his friend’s question. “Okay, if you’re judging me now,” and usually, Mason didn’t give a shit about judgment from other people, coming from someone he actually liked, it felt like a death sentence for their friendship. “You’re totally going to judge me for that answer. So pass.” He took a sip of his drink, shifting his gaze off of Matthew.
At the question about his feelings for Tori, Mason frowned. “Aw, man, don’t hit me with this feelings crap.” He was about four drinks short of even beginning to think about his innermost desires and emotions for the girl, and even then — he wasn’t so sure of them. Drunk words did speak sober thoughts, but he didn’t like his drunk Mason some of the time. “She’s cute. And nice.” Mason shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“I am, I’m not afraid to admit it.” With a shrug of his shoulders, he looked back over towards the TV screen. Matthew was often jealous of quite a few things -- perks of being a middle child in a huge ass family. It was the reason why if Mason had hooked up with Tori even after he hired her, Matthew wouldn’t have done anything. He valued their friendship and it didn’t matter how many times someone would screw him over, he’d accept it and move on and keep that person in his life. That’s who he was and that’s how he’d always be. “Look, Mason, it’s your business. If you wanna, uh, continue with... everything, then fine. Just let me know so I’m not, uh.... caught by surprise.”
Laughing light, he shook his head and glanced back towards the other man. “Feelings matter, man. You’d think I’d be the one to shy away from that? I’m sleeping with someone at the moment, we’ve got a great friendship, and we cuddle. You don’t think I’d talk about all these feelings crap?” Shaking his head, he looked over at her. “She’s cute and nice? Enough to forget Evie and move along with your life?”
olivianesbitt:
“Clever,” she pointed her index finger at him before she chuckled. Even Olivia herself didn’t see that one coming. “I mean, I’m not one to decline getting to know people, so it might as well be your chance. May the odds be in your favor,” she was merely teasing. Olivia had always been a social person, it was easy to make friends at high school, college, work, she liked to believe that she was the kind of person that others would feel drawn to, but it also sounded too egocentric for her own sake. Watching as he made a trick right in front of her eyes and being able to deceive her, Olivia allowed a grin to rest on her lips. “Amazing! And I’d never steal someone else’s tricks, that would be unpolite. I’m Olivia Nesbitt and I’m an amazing and hardcore surgeon, no tricks. Just that,” she offered her hand for him to shake. Her night was indeed better than she expected it to be. “If I could, I’d travel. Meet as many countries as possible around the world, get to know different cultures, cuisine, people. And if I can’t dream that big because what we mention as ‘now’ it’s actually a brief moment of our lives, discover something new for the neurosurgical field and get an award for it. Like tonight, wouldn’t it be awesome? And what about you?” She didn’t know how to keep herself from dreaming big and aiming for high expections. “Sure, I’ll give you a list of guys I’ve went out with who said that to me in the past.”
Matthew was applauding himself for that time in middle school where he spent an entire summer practicing magic tricks because he was sure to be a magician. It ended up working out for him, so if he could have applauded past Matt he definitely would. Hearing that her last name was Nesbitt, he squinted his eyes and shuffled in a little bit closer to her. Dear Thor, how many people were involved with his assistant? Debating about addressing the issue, he squinted his lips before shaking his head, an answer to himself. “Hardcore surgeon, hell yeah, you go girl.” With a wink, he held up his hand for a fist bump. “We love when people save people. My dad would have loved me to be you.” His mom and siblings would have loved it, too. It’s too bad he ended up where he was. “I studied medicine and decided -- yeah, nah. Not for me.” Shrugging his shoulders, he looked over at her and nodded his head slowly. “Then why aren’t you travelling, Oliva?” With a quick of his brow, he shrugged his shoulders. “I definitely couldn’t discover anything new and I could travel different countries right now... Hm.” Stroking his chin, he pursed his lips together before deciding what to say. “I’d find some way to meet John Mulaney -- an amazing comedian -- and become the best friend he could ever want.” Matthew never had big dreams for himself because he knew he wasn’t meant for something amazing or extraordinary. For Olivia it was quite possible, for Matthew? No, his biggest bet would be meeting a star comedian and he would be happy with that. “Wait -- you weren’t kidding about that? Men actually said that to you? I mean, I’m not great. I’ve screwed around and screwed up, but I never said shit like that to any human. I apologize on behalf of the human race, Olivia, that people are shitbags.”
jvliespencer:
She never reflected much on how quickly she changes her expression or when it has changed from home to her father home because, in all honest, she maybe have felt like that her entire life. It was always her father home with his other family and then, her mother’s house with her new family and Julie never really found her place, not unless till Liam, but that was another thing. “I don’t know.” She lied. Julie did know, but maybe just was not ready to say it out loud. “Is a little country on French Riviera in Western Europe? Wikipedia defines it as a sovereign city-state, country, and microstate. Also, is the second smallest country in the world and a principality governed under a form of constitutional monarchy.” On the other hand, also the country she was fourth in line to assume till her two years old cousin starts to procreate and she is pushed down the line. Just like Harry, she thought. “Are you asking me out or is just … “
Decided not to push the subject, Matthew nodded his head and gave her a small smile. “No need to elaborate to me, I was just curious. You can think about it later,” he started with a shrug of his shoulder. As the other started talking as if she were Wikipedia, he couldn’t help but chuckle and nod his head along with what she was saying. “Oh wow, city-state, country, and microstate? That’s a doozy.” This woman was knowledgeable, that’s for sure, and Matthew had no qualms about learning more about the world around him. “Huh?” His thoughts were interrupted as he looked over at her expression which caused him to grin from ear to ear. “Should I be asking you out?” Licking his lips, he leaned in towards her and lowered his voice. “You are quite beautiful, I wouldn’t mind asking you out -- if your up to see the stars with a fine fella like me.”
alanaxmurillo:
“Are you sure you’re not designing Buzzfeed quizzes because I’m gonna tell them to call you for their descriptions” she mused. “It was kind of almost deep.” Almost a little too deep if you asked her. I Alana laughed at his comment, a grin crossing her face after. “I realize you’re not giving yourself enough credit. You’re not a dummy. Plus Eh, your comfy and cute. More like a big teddy than an over-sized dummy… So it works out for me.” She teased, winking as she glanced back at him. Alana did her best to pull down the shirt before she slid around the kitchen, getting ingredients. She grabbed a bag of chocolate chips just in case she wanted to add them on top later or even in them.
“It’d make some of them jealous” she shrugged. Wasn’t she supposed to be advocating against their so called hypothetical. She reached to get a bowl, pausing for a moment, “then again you’d be sharing my nakedness with a lot of people.” Putting the bowl on the counter, double checking to make sure she had everything she needed out or not. If there was one more advantage of being at Matt’s it was his kitchen. If she could, she would just take it for herself. Before she could call out the hypocrisy of his statement, she felt him around her. She fought back a laugh, “I think I can, the only thing is you gotta move when I move Mister Donovan or we both end up hungry and possibly messing. Do you want chocolate chips in the pancakes or on top?”
“Do you have the hookup with Buzzfeed? How much do they pay? Do they need someone to consult for them on their website?” Matthew couldn’t help but hum at this, getting lost in his thoughts before glancing back towards Alana. “Oh, I can be deep sometimes. Sometimes. I’m kind of scared of swimming so I only go to the deep end every now and then.” With a shrug of his shoulders (because he forgot what they were talking about), he smiled over at her as she praised him... somewhat praised him. “Are teddy bears sexy, though?” he questioned, brows furrowing together.
The thought of sharing Alana with other people bothered him somewhat, though he knew that was what he was doing now anyways. “I don’t like this hypothetical, why did you bring it up again?” Placing his hands on hers so that he was moving along with her, he chuckled and laid his head onto her shoulder. “A messy kitchen is fine with me,” he replied into her shoulder, biting down on it softly before pulling himself away from her before anymore damage was done. “Chocolate chips on top. You spoil me, what am I going to do with you?” Moving around the kitchen, he grabbed two glasses and orange juice to pour for the two of them. "Careful, Miss Murillo, I'm going to fall in love. Don't you know the way to man's heart is through his stomach?"
cassandrabrookes·:
Entirely cross with herself for letting herself get so frustrated - why hadn’t she just let him go when he’d tried to leave in the first place? Why had she felt the need to convince him she wasn’t a horrible person? What did it even matter? - Cass slid back into her seat and buried her face in her hands, letting out a groan. It had started off as such a good night, too. Now she was hungry, irritated, and had only proven that guy right. What was next? Tripping and twisting her leg? Without thinking about it, she dropped one hand to absent mindedly rap her knuckles on the wooden table. The wooden table that was now occupied by two people. Seriously? “God… what have I done to deserve this? Haven’t you punished me enough?”
Dropping her other hand once she’d muttered the words, she eyed the man as though he was going to start spouting off nonsense at her again, which he did… something about snakes on her head. “Look, you try laying in a hospital bed for weeks and not having your hair look like a fuckin’ mess,” she practically growled out before all the wind went out of her sails and she let her head hang dejectedly. Clearly fate had sent him to make her feel even worse, so there was nothing to do but crack on with it. “It was Romanian,” she sighed with a roll of her eyes. Which, granted, was probably the root language of a lot of curses, given that Transylvania, and all the supernatural folklore that went along with it, was in Romania. Dark brown eyes dropped to the phone he slid across the table, another gusty sigh leaving her lips as she very obviously didn’t repeat herself yet. “Seriously? Your hair falling out is the worse thing you can thing of? Boy, you better be thankful I didn’t curse you, cause that sure as shit ain’t the worst thing I can think of.”
The Donovan family could hardly deal with Matthew on a daily basis, his mother one of the few people who could actually sit in the same room with him without getting annoyed for an entire day. A fault of the man, sure, but in the end it was always good memories that could be looked back at... so this one would be one, too? As soon as the words slipped from her lips, he let out a breath of air and slowly pulled the phone towards him. “Well... if you were the devil, which you never claimed you weren’t, then wouldn’t God always be punishing you?” His voice was quieter, realizing how much of a nuisance he had been towards the woman. Maybe Mason was right -- his quirks would be nails on a coffin.
Clearing his throat, he nodded his head along with what she was saying. Green orbs moved dejectedly towards his pastry, now picking at it with his fingers as she kept going. Half of him wanted to interject and keep poking fun at her. Despite the fact that she was obviously frustrated, it was all fun and games for him. Instead, he bit the inside of his cheek before green orbs moved up to look at her once again. “I’m sorry you were in a hospital bed for weeks, monster, you really shouldn’t have been. What happened to you, was...” Light hues looked downwards, fingers now fiddling with the ends of the pastry’s paper bag. “My hair is my prize, my possession... and, uh, yeah.” Matthew paused, a strained smile showing on his face as light hues glanced at her. “Hey, hey... eat your pastry, I got it for you because your performance was really great. And -- well, you’re great, monster. Don’t let anyone, not me, not anyone, tell you otherwise, okay? If you’re a Romanian monster who like to curse men to premature bald, that’s okay. That’s for you. You live your truth, your life.”
roryhirsch:
“Let me guess—spoiled youngest, or the bothersome middle child? Because if it’s the latter, then we truly are kindred spirits,” said Rory with a warm chuckle, his remark filled with equal parts mirth and self-effacement. It was easier to look at their family’s dynamic with nostalgia; otherwise, he’d be beset with guilt, and those were sentiments to be explored at a later time. Possibly never, if he ever had any choice in it. At the man’s suggestion, Rory shook his head profusely, and his eyes widened in alarm. He couldn’t resist the sigh of relief he’d expelled when the man finally admitted that he had been kidding after all. “Y’know I have to deal with bloody animals on a regular basis, and yet somehow, being locked in a room and trying to get someone to laugh is a much more terrifying prospect.” He chuckled. “Performing under pressure just drives me up the wall for some reason. It’s people’s eyes, I think. Like they’re about to pass judgment and there’s really nothing I can do to change it,” confessed Rory, as he massaged the back of his neck in sheepishness. “Terrifying.”
“Kindred spirits, we are. Middle child, I am,” Matthew replied with a Yoda-like voice, a light chuckle leaving his lips. “It’s hard, isn’t it? Being stuck in the middle because you end up not knowing where you belong...” He couldn’t help but chuckle at the other’s expression, shaking his head as he bumped the other man’s shoulder with his own. “I’m cruel, but not that cruel.” Raising a brow, he shook his head at the thought of himself dealing with bloody animals, the desire to expel the idea from his imagination. “Lord, just thinking about having to cut into an animal is making me want to puke right here on the floor. And my father wanted me to be a doctor.” Which, in all honesty, Matthew could have been cut out for because he could stomach it, but he’d rather not. What he was doing now, though sometimes mundane, was more satisfying to him than the prospect of following his father’s footsteps. “Well, friend, we’ll never put you in the position to make an audience laugh. But... would you, you know, sing up on a stage with me?” He questioned with a quirk of a brow.
cassandrabrookes·:
“Oh my god, that is not–” Cass stopped herself from continuing her defensive comment, figuring it would only goad him on even more. Her hand moved over her face to scrub her eyes, her head shaking in disbelief. Had he been this incorrigible last year in the hospital? She couldn’t recall, but somehow the setting had seemed a little more… professional. At least on his end. The sound of his soft voice made her drop her hand once more, brows raising incredulously as he stroked himself reassuringly. Wow.
She opened her mouth to protest once more, but snapped it closed audibly when he turned back to the cashier, making it sound like she was some sort of demon hellbent on rending him limb from limb. Cass could swear the young man behind the counter tossed her an almost pained expression of sympathy. Crossing her arms in front of her, she scowled at the cowering man in front of her and shook her head once, clicking her tongue against her teeth when he mentioned his face again. “Chipul tău este de fapt destul de chipeș, dar nu sunt foarte fericit cu tine,” she snapped, the words coming out harsh sounding, as though she was reprimanding him - even though it was anything but. With that, she threw her hands up in surrender and stalked off to her table. Apparently she was a ‘cranky dot dot dot’.
Despite the fact that Cass had left him where he stood, he couldn’t help but stare straight at the space that she was standing at a moment ago. What the hell was she saying and what kind of language was that? Questions started to swirl in his head and he really started to wonder if he pissed off the wrong person. Could she have been a witch? The actual devil? Matthew couldn’t recall ever hearing someone talk in a language like that -- was it tongues? That snake like language from Harry Potter (something he was sure was real to some extent).
The man bit down on his lip as he straightened himself up, arms going lip to his sides holding the bags of pastries. Slowly, he moved over towards her table and sat down across from her, avoiding her gaze in case she was something close to that one creature who froze men with her stare. “Wait, wasn’t that the snakes on her head?” He answered himself, brows furrowing together before glancing back up to Cass. “Hey, hey...” Clearing his throat, he pushed one of the bags towards her and gave her a small smile, as if apologizing for what happened. “So, um... was that, like, parseltongue or something?” Shoving his hand into his pants, he yanked out his phone and placed it on his lap to start recording -- he had to know what she said. “Can you, uh, I don’t know... say it again? Are you, like, uh... Are you cursing me? Is my leg going to fall off? Or worse --.” He gasped as his free hand moved towards his own pastry to shovel some of it into his mouth. “Will my hair fall out?”
bianca-hirsch:
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She’d spaced out of the conversation minutes ago, not like she had missed anything important. Just another story about the latest charity ball or her friends ranting about their husbands. It was pretty ironic how she ended up becoming the vivid image of her mother; having weekly brunches with her high school friends and then go on a shopping spree, only to end up recapping the day to her husband. It was monotonous and tedious, the typical life of a Newport housewife and the one her mother had dreamed for her. The corners of her mouth curved into a polite smile just to prove she was still somewhat immersed in the conversation. She tried to get back into the conversation but it felt as if she was watching them live from the sidelines, masquerading behind her veil of independence. Letting out a sigh, she looked through the window and there it was, a glimpse into her past. Back to the time where she was away from all the Newport social etiquette.
Bianca looked down at her phone as if she had just received a call or a text and stood up abruptly from the table. “I’m so sorry I have to leave, there’s a… furniture emergency,” she said to the women at the table before waving goodbye and reassuring them that they would meet next week, as they always did. She left the restaurant, looking both ways to see where he’d gone. Finally, her eyes landed on him and she didn’t hesitate to approach him. “I hope you just arrived in Newport and you were about to let me know, otherwise, I don’t know if I’ll be able to forgive you for not telling me you were in town.” She fought the urge to break out into a smile, but that didn’t last long and soon enough there it was, a beaming smile. “What are you doing here, Matty?”
Six months in a city was usually enough for people to figure where the hell things were, but when you come into a city with the promise of creating a business, making that business, and running the business... well, the city ends up being something you’re not all too familiar with. “What the hell, Google, you said it should be on the right...” Brows furrowed, an exasperated sigh left his lips as he stood in front of a few shops. Eyes squinted and lips pressed thinly together, he attempted to make out his destination but filed to do so. “Huh, do I need glasses?” Muttering more nonsense to himself as stared back down to his phone to figure out where the hell the store was. How hard was it to find a Subway?
Hearing a familiar voice in the distance, his furrowed together even more before looking up and seeing a darting figure move towards him. Was this what it was like to be mugged? The man started to shift his way to the front of his feet, ready to dart away from the incoming figure before realizing who the hell it was. “Oh shit.” The words slipped from his lips faster than he intended, a wide grin stretching across his face. Matthew couldn’t help but throw his arms around the woman, pulling her into him with no intention of letting her go. “You live, oh my Thor. Here I was, using my Google to find you but realizing I don’t have your location and this was all for nothing,” he lied, not caring that wasn’t the reason why he was out there. “Jesus, B, it’s--.” Realizing he had been here for six months without telling her, his body tensed up a bit. “So... you know I love you, right? That you’re the moon, the stars, the ketchup and mustard to my sandwich?” Clearing his throat, he tightened his arms around her to avoid being smacked in the head. “I’ve been here for six months.”
cassandrabrookes·:
If she hadn’t been so shocked at his second outburst, she might have flung his hand away and scurried off to her corner again. People were now staring at the two of them, and she hated that it bothered her as much as it did. Thankfully he dropped the victim act rather quickly before calling them off, causing the people around them to kind of generally disperse, if not at least pretend to turn their attention elsewhere.
The smile that worked its way over his expression had her even more baffled, her eyebrows jumping in surprise when he said, ‘it’s cute’. What was cute? Her excuses? Did he not believe her? Did he mean her? A stupid grin immediately flashed over her face before she shook her head and let it drop. No, that was silly. He was literally calling her a monster. “Of course monsters could play and sing like that,” she automatically replied. “My grandma always said, ‘Remember that the Devil was once an angel.’” She said it as though it explained everything, nodding once when the words were out. “And I’m not a monster!” Cass finally exclaimed in exasperation, throwing her hands up and then ducking her head when her outburst earned more stares. Dropping her voice, she stepped closer to him, wondering if convincing him she hadn’t been at her best was even worth it at this point. “Doesn’t matter how hungry I am, just so you know. Your face is not that appealing. Monster or no.”
A blank stare appeared on his face as she responded quickly to his question which caused the man to chuckle lightly. At that moment, Matthew had decided that the conversation they were having was quite delightful and, yes, she may have been a cranky monster in the past but that was the past. “So, now you’re saying that you’re the devil?” With a questioning look, he quirked his brow before shaking his head as she exclaimed her innocence. Matthew’s head turned towards the people who were staring again and gave them a pleading look as if he was about to dragged out like chopped liver into the back alley. “Hey, hey now...” Soft hands moved towards his face, caressing the sides of it as he glanced down. “I have... a beautiful face,” he whispered to himself before furrowing his brows to look up at her.
“You’re definitely hungry, monster.” Without missing a beat, Matthew turned towards the cashier and pointed towards a few pastries. “Sir, I beg of you, please give me all of these to feed the beast before my face gets ripped off.” The cashier, obviously, was not having any of it and served Matthew with a straight face, probably wishing he’d taking his dramatic ass somewhere else. Turning towards the woman, his hands shakily held up the pastries towards her. “Y-Your... food...” Scrunching down his body as if to make himself smaller than her, he pushed the bags of pastries towards her face even more. “Not this... unappealing face, please. It’s all I have. Please.”
cassandrabrookes:
She jumped back in surprise when a completely different face thrusted itself between her and the woman she had spoken to. “Uh… yes?” she replied, entirely taken aback and confused, to the point she couldn’t even place where she’d seen the man before. At least, until the word ‘cranky’ came out of the man’s mouth. Cranky? I’m like the least cranky… Except she hadn’t been the least cranky person ever during her hospital stay. The other woman, clearly thinking they knew each other - or perhaps even thinking she was somehow being pranked, walked off in a hurry, muttering something under her breath. When he turned back to Cassandra and uttered a quick apology, he seemed almost as though he was about to scamper off in fear.
So Cass did the first thing that came to mind. “No!” The practically yelped word came at the same time as her arm shot out, wrapping around the man’s wrist, because now that she thought about it, he was familiar. She hadn’t seen him often at the hospital, not as frequently as doctors and nurses and all that, but he and his family members had stopped by from time to time. And seeing as she’d been depressed, sullen, miserable… any number of words to describe her period of wallowing in self-pity - she hadn’t been in the mood for a ‘Thank you for choosing our family hospital’ ticker tape parade. “I mean, yes… I’m the right person! Er– not the wrong person?” She shook her head, releasing her hold on his wrist, wishing she could recall his name. “Sorry. I mean, yeah, I’m Cass… and I’m sorry, I don’t remember your name, but I do remember I was a pretty ugly person to you when we first met. I promise I’m not always a… what was it you said? ‘Cranky little dot dot dot’...” Cass offered a small smile, gesturing toward the case of baked goods. “Can I make it up to maybe? Get a second chance to prove I’m not some monster hell bent on eating peoples’ souls or whatever it is you think of me?” @matt-donosaurusrex
It’s not like Matthew was trying to be rude -- he didn’t want to be and that’s why he was trying to create distant between him and... her. The last time he saw her he was sure that he wanted to rip his had off and throw it out the window. Was he exaggerating? Quite possibly, but that was how he remembered it because his brain worked in strange and mysterious ways. He was half expecting the woman to just let the two of them go about their day, so he wasn’t quite expecting her reaction. As her arm came flinging towards him, his eyes became wide and snapped to the region that she clasped onto. “I’m innocent!” he yelped back in a comical way. “I am not the one you’re looking for!” With his other hand up in the air, he realized that people were now staring which caused him to clear his throats. “I mean-- whoops. Nothing to see here, fellas.”
His attention turned back towards the other as she stumbled over her explanation, the man unable to hold back the smile that was slowly creeping onto his lips. Was it cute that this woman he met years ago at a hospital was fumbling around her words, trying to reclaim her image? “Yeah, it’s cute,” he answered himself before blinking back at her. “Oh, yeah, you’re still here...” Licking his lips as she released his wrist, he leaned towards her and patted the top of her head. “Cass, the cranky little monster hell bent on eating puppies! I totally remember now,” Matthew teased lightly, a small smile on his lips. “I mean, if I really thought you were a monster... well, didn’t know monsters could play a song like that.” Wrinkling his nose up, he leaned back away from her and loudly whispered, “but what if that’s what the monster wants me to think?” A gasp escaped his lips as he took a step back from her, Matthew unable to help himself from being dramatic. “Do you... do you want to eat my gorgeous looking face?”
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“You’re totally judging me right now, aren’t you?” It was pure speculation, but then again, Matthew was moving away from him with a disturbed sort of demeanor. “It was supposed to be a one time thing, and then things just happened. I don’t even know how to put it into words.” Sighing, he rubbed his forehead, trying to catch his friend’s eye. “If I knew she was your assistant now…” he trailed off, trying to figure out what he would’ve done if he knew. Mason would have liked to think that he would’ve stayed away, but then again… who knew?
“Come on, man” he said, patting Matthew on the shoulder. “Bros before hoes, or whatever Gen Z says these days. Although, I really might have to avoid your office. Just for her sake, you know?” He raised his forehead, giving him a knowing look. “Like, I don’t want her to think…” he thought for a second, “I don’t know what I want her to think. What I wanted was for no one to know, but evidently that’s not happening anymore.”
“I’m judging you a little bit.” He wasn’t going to lie to the man, but then again -- what did Matthew know about these things? Yes, he’s hooked up with plenty of women during his time but he didn’t know how things were going with Mason. Especially with what was going on between them now. “If she were my assistant now and you were totally smashed, you’d beg me to make it okay,” he half-joked, letting out a breath of air. Was this something that he wanted? Of course not, it would be strange seeing Tori in the office again knowing that his friend had... “Don’t even think about it, Matty,” the man muttered to himself as he looked over at the other.
As the other stated what he did, Matthew couldn’t help but have the need to throw his arms over the other -- which he did in the most comical manner. “Was it a one time thing? Just wondering, you know.” Pulling his arms away from the other, he settled into the spot next to Mason and crossed his arms. “Wait, are these feelings you’re talking about? How do you even feel about Miss Ne-- err, Tori.”
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“God, no!” Mason refuted, shaking his head. “I — I didn’t even know she was your assistant until now,” he maintained, “so how would I have had sex with her in your office without knowing?” Putting his head face-down into his hands, he leaned over and groaned. “Anyways, we were… a thing, like, a year ago.” Making a thumbs-up sign, he pointed it back over his shoulder. “I mean, I did see her recently but…” he trailed off, before waving his hand. “Never mind.”
Mason paused for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts. What were the chances that his ex-affair from San Francisco would somehow end up back in Newport, at the same time he was, while also being employed by his good friend? Next to nothing, he presumed, but the odds weren’t particularly in his favor these days. “Well, I guess it means I can never come around your office anymore. It was nice knowing you, Matt,” he quipped.
“Uh-huh... sure...” Matthew’s words drifted as he watched the other, eyes squinting even more towards each other as he tried to scoot further away from the other as if he was a living virus. Obviously he was just being dramatic, but a part of him was surprised that Mason would go on and hook up with a girl that young -- but who was he to judge? Matthew hooked up with plenty of people in his days. “... So, you were a thing a year ago and you’re a thing again now? Is that what you’re telling me? No, no! No ‘Nevermind’! She’s my assistant, you keep your--.” Matthew pointed down towards the other’s crotch. “--big dick inside those pants!”
Taking in a breath of air, he shook his head and was appalled by Mason’s words. Moving back towards the man, he sat very close to the other and placed his hand on the other’s thigh. “Mason... are you choosing... are you choosing her over me? I thought what we had was real.” Although it was a joke, Matthew would definitely be bothered if they started drifting because of this... weird situation. Would he express it? Possibly. At the moment? No.