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chessketa:
“They’re beautiful, sunshine, though I think this would complete the look.” Chess tucked a daisy behind the blonde’s ear and smirked. “Perfect.”
“Are you sure it’s not too much?” Miguel looked borderline nervous, tugs on the braid becoming more pronounced. “I feel sort of silly.” He still struggled with being feminine, sometimes, much as he tried to shirk gender roles that didn’t serve him.
barrellysain:
He snorted at the way Miguel said his name, but made no effort to correct him. “Real flowers die too quickly, too.” He said, with a small nod.
“That’s because people cut them, though. I dunno... I like real flowers a lot, but I think I like them in the ground, more.” He hummed in thought. “Nobody’s ever gotten me a bouquet or anything, though, so maybe that would change my mind?” It wasn’t a suggestion, Miguel was only thinking out loud, brow slightly furrowed.
barrellysain:
He blinked a couple of times. “I think that’s eerily accurate…” Barrel tipped his head to the side, and shook his head. “no friend, it was just a figure of speech… I’m Barrel.” He said, as he reached out and took one of the flowers from Miguel’s hair, watching it on the palm of his hand as it was some sort of bug he had never seen before. “Where did you even get these?”
“Miguel. It’s a pleasure, Barril.” He couldn’t help but say the other’s name with an odd sort of inflection, his accent peeking out. “I got them at the craft store. They have this big aisle of fake flowers. I wanted to use real ones, but the stems don’t like to work with braids.”
barrellysain:
He quirked an eyebrow at the other’s bubbly disposition. “Are you always in such a good mood?” He asked, with a hint of a smile. “I’m asking for a friend…”
“I mean, nobody’s in a good mood all the time, but my friend once said he was pretty sure if he cut me open I’d bleed sunshine?” Miguel made a bit of a face at the thought. “What friend is this?”
barrellysain:
Barrel watched the man for a moment, staring at the flowers in the man’s hair. He made a face. “You look horrendously cute.” He shivered, and then was pensive for a while. “I think it would look much better with roses. Or maybe black bat flowers, although those are hard to come by…”
“Roses might be cute for a flower crown... But they’d be too heavy to braid in like this.” Was he speaking English, anymore? He wasn’t really focusing. Maybe he was thinking too hard about flowers. He didn’t want to admit he didn’t know what horrendously meant, so he simply smiled. “Thank you, though!”
nightmareonlockstreet:
Lock took a sip of his coffee raising a brow at the man’s words, “Oh? Sure there’s no one whose ever wanted to take a swing at you?” He was half joking but hey you never knew with people in this town. Pausing he shrugged, “Seems more like the other way around, you always this chipper in the mornings?”
“Oh, there are loads of those. Would said knight be willing to fight roughly the whole of Spain, though?” He, unfortunately, was not kidding. “I mean, you’re not ruining anything, sweetheart.” God, he needed to spend less time around Chel. “I’ve had four of those 5 hour energy thingies, that probably explains a lot, huh?”
smolderingrider:
Flynn couldn’t help but chuckle, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at the guy’s hair. “Absolutely adorable. Very manly, too.” He joked, flexing his bicep for a moment.
“Being manly’s not the point, here. You can be manly, for now, and I’ll be the soft faerie prince. Then tomorrow, we can trade.” Miguel nodded. “Though it won’t be nearly as impressive to see me flexing.”
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“somebody looks lost, poor thing, should we help? maybe not, more fun to watch little things squirm and flail. shame though, a bit of an unsavory part of town, such a shame. does it want our help?”
“I’m not as little as I look!” Miguel insisted. “And I’m not lost... Just... turned the wrong way around.” He didn’t shy away, however, at their odd choice of words. “I get my lefts and my rights mixed up.”
nightmareonlockstreet:
Lock glanced up at the man who had stopped by his coffee table, he was half asleep from a long night and needed the caffeine fix. Too tired for a clever quip he eyed the man before letting out a soft sigh, “Yes, you’re very cute. All you’re missing is a knight in shining armor for ya.”
“I dunno, there’s no trolls or dragons or anything... A knight would probably get really bored with nothing to do. Unless, of course, he’s half asleep...” Miguel noticed, belatedly, that the other appeared extremely tired. Oopsie.... “Am I ruining your morning?”
“I put these little flowers in my hair, and they make me feel like a faerie prince!” Miguel tugged softly at one of the little braids he’d put in his hair, grinning. There were tiny white flowers entwined in the braids, making Miguel look absolutely adorable, if he did say so himself. “Do I look as cute as I feel?”
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It was a surprise for Chel to get off work early, especially when it was so close to the weekend, but here she was, at home wrapped in a towel and dancing around the apartment. Hearing the buzzer of the stove, she went and took the little mini eggrolls out of it, wincing when the heat carried through the oven mit. “Aye! Stupid thing, you’re supposed to protect me,” a huff from the Latina before she glanced at the time. “Time for Mama to get dressed,” she turned to look at Altivo. “Papa’ll be home soon and then you have to scram for a while. Parents need adult fun time.” As if the dog understood her.
Fifteen minutes later, the eggrolls were on a plate and Chel was sitting on the couch watching the door as she heard the key jingle in the lock. Dressed in a simple black dress with cut outs along the back and sides, she beamed when she saw the familiar blond curls round the corner. “Miguel,” she purred out his name. “Guess who got off early.”
Miguel wasn’t expecting anyone to be home when he got back, as Chel was always gone this time of night, and Tulio was off doing... whatever it was Tulio did. Miguel thought it was better if he didn’t ask a question he wasn’t positive he wanted to know the answer to.
He had like 500 keychains, all jingling together, and it usually clued Altivo in to his arrival, the dog eagerly waiting for him. He wasn’t expecting a voice, and jumped, putting his hand to his heart. “Ay Dios mio, Chel, you scared me!” He was happy to see her, nonetheless, as he always was, even if he could feel his heart practically pounding. “You’re going to spend time with me?” He grinned, though a glance over her outfit made him frown a little. “Or is Tulio coming to pick you up...”
“Do you think a doughnut grilled cheese would be grody or great? I’m leaning towards great but I think it may be pushing it.” Cubby chuckled as he sunk further into the couch that it seemed he had practically fused with. “Maybe I should do a twitter poll. Should I do a twitter poll?” He already had his phone out so the question was slightly rhetorical.
"I’ve had one, actually! My roommates and I went on this roadtrip, and there was this place called ah... Tom and Chee? I think? It sold nothing but grilled cheeses and tomato soup, and they had doughnut grilled cheeses!”
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neversanawfullylongtime:
Wendy was miserable. Her head hurt, her body ached from the anger that swelled within it earlier during the fight with her mother and on top of it all, she was exhausted. Miguel was maybe her closest friend aside from the Lost Boys so it just felt right to text him.
When the door opened just as she was about to knock, she blinked and laughed. “Well hello to you too. I hope you don’t mind, I brought Rice Krispies and marshmallows, I was hoping maybe we could make some treats.”
“You brought goodies?” Miguel grinned, leaning across the threshold and giving her a hug. “Aw, Wen!” He moved to the side so she could come in. “Lemme check to see how much butter we’ve got, before we go getting ready to make those. I think Tulio eats it out of the container or something. It just vanishes. Poof!” Altivo had woken up due to the commotion, trotting over to see what was going on. “Hey, old boy, some guard dog you make.” Miguel teased, ruffling the white fur on Altivo’s head.
