catch me, i'm falling

Marco. 20. New York

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“It hurts…”

Mark huffed softly as he sat down next to Sebastian, carefully opening the impressive first aid kit he had just found in the other’s medicine cabinet. 

“It’s gonna hurt, you just sliced your finger trying to cut an onion.” He teased, taking hold of the towel around Sebastian’s hand. “I dont even know how you did it, I turned around for two seconds…” 

Smiling softly at Sebastian, Mark chewed his bottom lip as he looked for what he needed to clean the wound, his knee grazing Sebastian’s as he bounced it up and down absentmindedly. Pulling out a wipe and opening it with his teeth as his one hand was busy holding the injured finger. His eyes meeting Sebastian’s for a split second before the other looked away.

“Okay, be brave. This is gonna sting like… a tiny bit.” He nodded, swapping out the towel for the wipe seamlessly. “See? It’s already stopped. You will survive another night. No need to panic or go to the hospital. We can just order food in again, it’s fine.”

Humming to himself, Mark applied a band-aid to the tiny wound and without thinking, he leaned in to kiss the corner of Sebastian’s mouth in an attempt to comfort him. Raising his eyebrows he pulled away quickly, clearing his throat. 

“Uh, just… N-No, hand sanitizer on the finger for a bit. That would… it would hurt but hey, it’s- You’re good… bro.”

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“I have no idea what that means.”

“I have no idea what that means.” 

You could feel the tension fill the room as soon as Sebastian spoke. No one answered back to Jason or told them they weren’t one hundred percent on his wave length, not unless they wanted to end up in the Hudson by the end of the day. And yet, Sebastian was standing in front of his client without looking one bit scared of what could happen.

Mark knew that it was Sebastian just being honest that he didn’t understand the degrading joke Jason was so fond of telling, but the vein on his boss’ forehead showed that he wasn’t pleased someone had not automatically laughed at something he had said. He knew all too well that if he didn’t defuse the situation soon then things would go south very quickly. 

“Wh-What I think Sebastian is trying to say is, that he is just… confused. But I found it funny, so… that’s fine right?” He nodded, trying to pull at Jason’s arm to get him to back up a little. “You see, Seb… Sebastian’s still not fluent in English. He didn’t mean anything by it, just a misunderstanding, No harm done,” He patted Jason’s arm, almost whispering. “Remember what I said about picking your battles? You have to be careful. He’s here to help you.” 

Mark swallowed thickly as he watched Jason turn to look at him, finally taking his eyes off Sebastian so he could glare down at the younger male. “Sebastian, I think maybe you should call it a night. Jason and I have to go to the bar soon.” He nodded, looking up at his friend as he walked past him, trying to silently reassure him it would be okay. “Thank you for all your help, I’m sure Jason really appreciates it.” 

As soon as the door clicked behind Sebastian, Mark turned around to face a still silent Jason. 

“Jason, please don’t blow this out of proportion.”

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"Is that my shirt?"

Mark almost jumped out his skin at the sound of his boyfriend’s voice coming from behind him, a soft squeak coming from the smaller male. Turning around, Mark grinned at the other before nodding. 

“So what if it is? I look so cute in it.” He giggled, pulling the hem of the shirt as he looked at himself in the mirror. “You can’t blame me for wanting to borrow you clothes, don’t you always say that my target brand t shirts will bring me out in a rash?” 

He hummed softly as he stepped closer to his boyfriend who was simply watching him, his eyebrow raised slightly. 

“Besides, I came here to visit you without packing anything but myself- which is highly romantic by the way.” Mark remarked, reaching up to press a kiss to the corner of Sebastian’s mouth. “I either wear your shirt or I wear nothing, but I don’t think thats allowed in resturants around here… unless, we just stay here tonight?”

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“What happened to your face?!”

Mark was exhausted, in every sense of the word. Jason hadn’t let him sleep when he got back home after working, he was too angry that Mark has slipped up and answered back to a client for the third time that week. He needed to get away from it all, he needed to be around people who weren’t awful to him. He needed Sebastian. 

So he left for the apartment block he knew Sebastain lived in and talked his way through the front door, up to the floor Sebastian was so proud of living on because it was an even number. It didn’t hit him until the other man opened the door to him that he probably looked as awful as he felt. 

“What happened to your face?!” Sebastian’s question was soft, yet full of concern as he let Marco into the apartment.

“I- Uh.. Jason.” He started, shaking his head. There was no point lying anymore. Sebastian knew almost everything about the way Jason treated Marco, he was his ticket out of the hell he was in. “I need your help… I need to leave Jason.” 

Mark let out a shaky sigh as he looked up at the frenchman, he paused for what seemed like forever before stepping forward and burying his face in Sebastian’s chest. 

“Please don’t let me go back to him… I can’t do this anymore. I want to stay with you.” He said, almost silently. “You make me feel safe.”

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“When was the last time you slept?”

Mark’s whole body felt like it was on fire with the energy flowing through it, so much so he couldn’t help but tap his thigh as he sat with his friends after making them all breakfast for the third day in a row. 

It wasn’t that he was trying to stay awake all the time, he honestly just hadn’t felt the need to go to bed because there was so much he had to do. The others just didn’t understand. 

“When was the last time you slept?”

The voice of his friend Sebastian cut through his inner monologue, his eyes darting up to meet the other’s that were full of concern- not that Marco noticed. 

“Sleeping takes up too much time, and I don’t feel tired. So why bother? I’ve read three books on why eating meat is killing the planet, couldn’t do that if I was in bed, huh?” He paused, standing up to open the fridge to check for something else he could feed the others. “Do you guys have enough to eat? I can make more. 

“Danny you haven’t ate the pancakes… here.”  Mark shut the fridge, turning to place another pancake on Danny’s plate. “If I watch you guys eat, then I feel full. So don’t worry about finishing it all. Besides, I’m gonna go vegan and the pancake mix is deffo not cow free” He nodded, grinning at his friends who were staring at him in silence. 

“Don’t you think today has already started out wonderfully?” He laughed. “We are going to have the best weekend…. Let’s get tattoos!” 

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“How are you feeling?”

It had been an awful day, truly. Mark woke up feeling nauseous and dizzy, yet was still forced to get up with everyone else and ineract with people he didn’t want to be around anymore. He spent most of his time wishing the day away until Sebastian had time to call him, the conversation started off light; it always did but it always came back to how Mark was doing.

Mark gripped his phone a little tighter when as Sebastian spoke, humming softly. He was unsure how to explain what he felt without making the other worry and make him want to come back to New York, again.

“They changed my meds again, Blaine said it takes forever to get it right and I trust him… He probably knows more than the nurses here.” Mark sighed. “They seem to be working but they always do when I start out.”

“…That idiot woman tried to make me do the art shit again, keep telling them that drawing is not gonna change the fact my brain is all messed up but once again they never listen to me.” He muttered, changing the subject away from how awful he felt. “Can’t draw anyway. So pointless, how is meant to make me feel better?”

“Blaine’s gonna try get more people to join his crazy people choir, although it’s deffo so he can bone this guy that comes in. You know the one with the weird-” Mark stopped mid sentence to dodge a pillow that had been thrown at him by his roommate. “Between you and me, I think he really needs it.”

Mark went silent for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip. “I really miss you… I know that for sure.”

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seabasstiantheodore‌:

“I…don’t know if I can say in earnest if I’m corrupt. I think all people would say they aren’t corrupt? But it is a career where a lot of people focus on money than the actual job. I guess a lot of work is like that. It’s just that this one makes a bigger difference…” He trailed off, pushing his glasses up his nose before shrugging. “Hard to say. Depends on what the other side has, what Jason comes up with, if the charges get dropped or if he takes a plea. All that stuff needs to be taken into account.”

Sebastian stared down at his feet, fiddling with his tie for a long moment in an attempt to adjust an already straightened tie, a soft huff escaping him before he let his gaze shift back to Mark. “My…my mother never liked to speak English around the house, either. My father was an American and demanded it, even if he spoke fluent French. But…when he was away we would speak French. Just us.” He blinked slowly, shrugging slightly. “I don’t know if I’m outside enough for that, truthfully.”

Sebastian tugged at the sleeve of his jacket, pulling it down before hesitating. “If–if you can’t have pizza, we could go somewhere else. I’ve no issue with that.” He paused, tilting his head. “You don’t…have a doctor? What do you mean? Don’t you get flu shots?”

Scrunching up his nose at the mention of smoking looking cool, Sebastian shrugged. “My grandfather smoked pipes a lot. I thought he always smelled of them. So it can smell…comforting? Sometimes. When it doesn’t make me stop breathing.”

He started to walk just a tick faster, much easier for him given how tall he was in comparison to the man next to him. His eyebrows furrowed as he kept in pace with Mark, his gaze shifting down to where Mark had grabbed his wrist.

“I suppose I must do.” He mumbled. “Or else you could probably poison or murder me…or poison and then murder me…”

“I know we only just met ten minutes ago, but I can tell you are one of the good ones. I have a good judge of character... most of the time. Besides, money isn’t everything, I have none and I’m doing okay, aren’t I?”  Mark hummed softly. “Knowing Jason, the charges will probably be dropped and you will be out of his life pretty quickly. He always gets his way.”

Mark smiled softly at the mention of Sebastian’s mother. “Your father sounds like he’d get on well with Jason, he hates it when I speak anything but english so he can understand me.” He paused. “I know a little french, my moms were really big on learning languages... Haven’t spoken it for years though, so I could be a little rusty.” Mark laughed, shaking his head. “Yeah, neither am I.”

“Oh, no. I’m eating Pizza. I always do. I haven’t got really ill from it yet so I should be fine... but then again I said the same about kiwis when I was little and my tongue swelled up so who knows.” Mark pulled a face Sebastian’s next comment, waving his hand. “No way am I getting flu shots, nope. I don’t need a doctor, they are all mean anyway... apart from my mom but she is a really fancy one so it doesn’t count.”

Mark pulled his jacket tighter around himself as they continued to walk to their destination, looking up at Sebastian again. “I don’t want to stop you breathing just so I look cool, so I’ll kick the habit for one night.”

“Ah, see. I can just tell Jason to help me out with that stuff.” Mark admitted, the alcohol in his system causing him to admit more than he should. Grinning, he let go of Sebastian’s wrist only to wrap his arm around the other’s so he could pull them faster towards the resturant. “Here we are.” He said, once they stopped outside the door. “Not exactly the Ritz but it shall do for our first meal as a team, right?” 

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nonsexual acts of intimacy --- select from the following for my muse to respond to:

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes ♕ : Holding hands ♖ : Having their hair washed by your muse ♗ : Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap. ♘ : Cuddling in a blanket fort ♙ : Sharing a bed ♚ : Head scratches ♛ : Sharing a dessert ♜ : Shoulder rubs ♝ : Reading a book together ♞ : Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which) ♟ : Patching up a wound ♤ : Taking a bath together ♧ : Your muse playing with their hair ♡ : Accidentally falling asleep together ♢ : Forehead or cheek kisses ♠ : Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc. ♣ : Back scratches ♥ : Your muse crying about something ♦ : Slow dancing

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GENERAL

“Can you walk?”

“How did this happen?”

“What the hell happened?”

“I hit my head.”

“Did you hit your head?”

“Can you hear me?”

“Don’t close your eyes, stay awake!”

“Come on, stay with me!”

“No no no no no!”

“You shot me!”

“I didn’t mean to shoot you!”

“You stabbed me!”

“I didn’t mean to stab you!”

“Take the knife out!”

“Don’t take the knife out!”

“It was an accident!”

“That/this wasn’t an accident!”

“That looks broken.”

“I think my leg/arm is broken.”

“That doesn’t look good.”

“Am I going to die?”

“You’re not going to die!”

“Calm down!”

“Don’t panic!”

“I can’t help you if you don’t let me!”

BLOOD

“Are you bleeding?”

“Don’t move, you’re bleeding.”

“Is that blood?”

“Whose blood is that?”

“That’s a lot of blood.”

“Do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Why do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Damn, I got blood on my shirt.”

“Don’t move, you’re losing blood!”

“I won’t let you bleed out!”

“You have blood on your face.”

“I swear to god, if you get blood on me…”

“What’s your blood type?”

“Why in the hell would you need to know my blood type?”

WOUNDS

“That cut is nasty.”

“You have a massive gash in your arm/leg!’

“Don’t touch it!”

“Don’t move, you’ll only make it worse!”

“I’ll get some bandages.”

“You’re going to need stitches.”

“That looks infected…”

“Did you get bit by something?”

“There’s no exit wound, the bullet is still in you.”

“There’s an exit wound, the bullet went through you.”

AFTERCARE

“How are you feeling?”

“How does it feel?”

“It’s still not healed, but it’s getting there.”

“Let’s go home.”

“I just want to go home.”

“Let’s get you into the bathtub.”

“We need to change your bandages soon.”

“Get some sleep, okay?”

“You need to eat something, you’ve been through a lot today.”

“I’ll check up on you in a bit.”

“You’re going to be fine. I promise.”

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touch-starved starters!!

❝ no one’s ever done that to me before. ❞

❝ could you play with my hair? ❞

❝ i can’t remember the last time i did this with someone. ❞ 

❝ that feels nice. ❞

❝ i haven’t been hugged in years. ❞

❝ i never want to let go. ❞

❝ let’s just cuddle forever. ❞ 

❝ you put your arm around me and i literally felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic. ❞

❝ i just want to be held for a little while. ❞

❝ you’re legally obligated to keep holding me. ❞

❝ i think i forgot what human contact felt like. ❞

❝ i need to remember what hugs feel like. ❞

❝ do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer? ❞

❝ my family was never the touchy-feely type. ❞

❝ i’ve never been in a relationship before, so i don’t really know how to do the whole…kissing thing. ❞

❝ you were my first kiss. ❞

❝ could we cuddle, like, platonically? ❞

❝ i’m in desperate need of a hug. ❞

❝ i didn’t even know i was ticklish there! ❞

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seabasstiantheodore‌:

“I suppose there’s a privilege associated with it. I figure if I have the time and money to support a law career, I should go after that. A lot of people in the business are, er, corrupt, for lack of a better word. Money and power does that to people. I think having humility is important in a job like this, though.”

Sebastian furrowed his eyebrows at the mention of people Jason had around him, tilting his head as he let out a small huff. “Well, ah, I don’t know much about that, I guess. I’m just here for this case.”

He nodded, shrugging slightly. “I’ll probably pick it up faster than I’ve been picking up English. Muscle memory is easier to grow, and all. But anything to keep the case running smoothly.” Sebastian laughed, nodding slowly. “I imagine you would. I can’t look at all in sunglasses. Not unless they’re prescription.”

A small huff escaped Sebastian as he shook his head, “No, no–that isn’t…I hardly know you, after all. I don’t know what you do and don’t like, what you’re allergic to. I wouldn’t want a simple pizza outing end with you being hurt or upset…” He let out a confused hum at the mention of Jason, unsure of exactly to address it–couldn’t speak ill of his own client, after all.

“No worries. Living in the city has made my lungs a bit stronger, I think. I don’t really have attacks anymore, but I’m sure a direct hit of anything would put me out of commission.”

As they kept walking, Sebastian ducked his head, growing more and more anxious by their surroundings. Why was everything so dirty? “Marco, uh, are you–sure this is the right way? This place seems…” He trailed off. “Well–”

“So you aren’t a corrupt lawyer, that’s good to know. Most lawyers I meet are... less than kind.” Mark said, shaking his head. “I think as long as you stick to the case, and only the case then you shall be fine. It won’t take too long I am guessing?” 

He hummed softly as they walked, scuffing his shoes against the sidewalk while Sebastisn spole. “Ah, English is way harder than ASL... So many weird phases that make no sense. My Abuela refuses to use it at home, she could still tell when I was talking shit though.” Mark smiled. “Ari is exactly the same, I replaced one kickass woman for another when you think about it... or is it just when I think about it? Who knows.” He turned to look up at Sebastian, frowning a little. “Can’t you get those lenses that are sunglasses built in? Whoever invented that must be rich as fuck.”

Mark laughed at how kind Sebastian was being, unsure how else to react. “Well for the record, my doctor would say I shouldn’t have dairy but I think we should all live life on the edge. A pizza can’t kill me, can it?” He paused. “Not that I have a doctor... now that really is living life on the edge.” 

“You can’t be too safe, after all that guy did just die from vaping.” He nodded. “An awful way to go, at least smoking has that cool look to it.”

At Sebastian’s comment about where they were heading, Mark came to a sudden stop, turning his whole body to face the other. “I’ve been coming here since I met Jason when I was 17, don’t worry. I know my way. Besides...” He said, starting to walk again at a slightly faster pace. “If you walk quicker, you get there quicker.” Mark teased, once again stopping to look back at Sebastian. He chewed his bottom lip before reaching out to take hold of the laywer’s wrist to try and reassure him. “Do you trust me?”

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seabasstiantheodore‌:

“Money isn’t much of an issue to me. My grandfather was a bit of a businessman, so…I learned a bit about investing from him. But I need something to do with my life. I think it’d be pretty boring to retire before I hit 30.”

“Hmm.” Sebastian let out a low hum. “Well, perhaps you could help me map out his movements a bit better. He’s kind of…blowing the whole case off, because he knows my boss is a good lawyer, but…if we can’t build a case, then he’d have no choice but to take a plea…but if he’s innocent, and we have the information we need, then this will be over before any sort of brand gets tapped onto his business. I’m sure he wants to avoid bad press as much as anyone else.”

He nodded slowly, scratching at his jaw as he followed Mark toward the door. “It’s different in America, isn’t it? I don’t know any American signs. Just some conversational French. But I’d love to talk to her, especially if she had information. I feel like we’re in one of those…what are they called? Cop movies. With the…they do the…research and…detective! Detective movies!!”

“No, no, you can pick toppings. We’ll get a whole pizza. You’re the expert, after all, I trust your judgement.” 

Sebastian waved off the pack, shaking his head. “No, thank you.” He said quietly, “I have asthma.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, shrugging slightly. “Get whatever you want, it’s no trouble to me. Consider it a thank you for all you’re helping me with.”

“Oh... right. I guess it’s good to have something to do. Must be really hard to just sit around looking at all your stuff, without anything to pass the time. ” Mark muttered.. 

Mark chewed his bottom lip as he listed to the other, nodding slightly. “Well, if it helps him win his case I am sure he won’t mind me talking to you then. He probably already knows, he knows everything. It’s scary...” He trailed off. “But he does have people who can sort out anything... negative happening to him. So he won’t be worried about that.”

“It’s different, but it’s easy to pick up... I think, I learnt it when I was super young because of- doesn’t matter.... She’ll be more open to telling you stuff about him and she will be even more open to helping if you take the time to learn how to speak to her properly. ” He smiled. “We make a really good detective team, I can be your secret spy! I look really good in sunglasses.”

Mark tilted his head slightly when Sebastian told him he could pick, grinning. “You are gonna let me get what I want? You don’t want to chose for me?” He shook his head. “Wow... I always have to get what Jason wants. He loves mushrooms, but I’m sure he gets it to annoy me... ‘Pizza will go straight to your thighs Mark, we don’t want that’” Mark pouted, mimicking the way Jason spoke. 

“Ah, I see.” He nodded, putting away the cigerette he had already pulled out before tucking the packet back into his pocket. “I used to as well, so probably best I cut down... Don’t want to set you off... I flunked out of nursing and I can’t have you dying on me.” Mark then started to walk in the direction of the resturant he was taking them to. “It’s quite cheap here, it’s why I like it. We can get a feast.”

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Text ! Ari

Ariella: uh huh. let me know how you feel in the morning.

Ariella: oh, i know. that's why im keeping you around. you're an investment.

Marco: i hope i am not being drunk mark, it will scare him off instantly

Marco: that's the only reason?

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seabasstiantheodore‌:

“Ah…little of both I guess?” Sebastian shrugged. “I like to learn, I suppose? And I think…there are some pretty bad people in the world, and law is the one way we can fix what…is…broken?” He hesitated, furrowing his eyebrows together. “Sorry if that doesn’t make any sense. I don’t have many conversations in English that aren’t about work.”

Sebastian shook his head, tapping his foot rhythmically as he shook his head slowly. “Marco is a wonderful name. He’s mistaken, trust me on that.”

Pulling hand sanitizer out of his pocket, Sebastian quickly used it on his hands before looking back at Mark, and nodding slowly. “So you live with him? And work for him? I’ll have to mention it to my boss. Someone who knows Jason both from a business and personal point of view would have some great insight on the kind of person he really is.” 

“…Ari? Uh…” Sebastian blinked, scratching at the side of his head as he nodded. “No, uh–yeah, I guess I could. I do like pizza. And every time I’m in New York people try to tell me where to get pizza, and then I get overwhelmed by the options, and I don’t end up going anywhere…and–we?”

He hopped off his seat, careful not to touch anything as he set a tip on the table–did he even order anything?–before following behind Mark.

“I could pay, it’s the least I could do if you’re inviting me.” Sebastian said, “I just–as a general rule, I don’t share drinks, so, we could both get our own, if you want.”

“Oh, I get it. Learning is fun, I was at NYU for like... two months. It was nice.” Mark smiled. “I never really thought of it that way, I always thought lawyers were just in it for money.” He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, English is hard. I still get confused by it.”

Mark grinned up at Sebastian, his cheeks blushing only slightly. “Thank you, my moms really love my name. It’s nice to hear it again.”

He watched as the other cleaned his hands with the hand sanitzer he had brought with him, frowning slightly. “Uh, yeah. I do. He says that it’s better if he knows where I am. I have a tendency to get caught up in things and he doesn’t really like me to be away from him for long.” Mark sighed, shaking his head. “I doubt he’ll let you ask me anything if he finds out, he thinks I don’t know everything he does but I do...” He paused. “Jason just, wants the world to see him as one thing when really he is completely different... He wouldn’t be happy with me if he knew I told you about it,”

“I’ll have to teach you a few basic signs before we meet her, unless you know them already of course... She knows Jason too, only in passing but she could help? She’s really smart, like the smartest person I’ve ever met.” Mark smiled, practically skipping his way to exit. “Well, it’s fate that you met me tonight, Sir Sebastian. I know everything about pizza here, and I don’t judge. If you want pineapple or... olives, you get them. Live your life... unless it’s mushrooms. Those are like slimy slug things and shouldn’t be on pizza.” 

Mark stopped once they reached outside, his hand automatically reaching to pull out his cigarettes. He pulled one out before offering the packet to Sebastian. “You... Okay, that’s fine. I can just get a water if you need me too. Soda is bad for your teeth anyway.”

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Text ! Ari

Ariella: Alright, alright. Bad take.

Ariella: I GUESS

Ariella: And one day, you will win the lotto, and I will collect my dues, dear Marco.

Marco: This guy is a lot cuter than them tho, smells nicer too.

Marco: :)

Marco: You won't have to buy anything again if I win the lotto.

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Text ! Ari

Ariella: They exist. Have you met any white man over 60?

Ariella: What are you, a rabbit?

Ariella: I'll spot you this time, punk.

Marco: I have met many, my dear Ari.

Marco: Rabbits are cute, right?

Marco: You spot me every time.

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Text ! Ari

Ariella: Who knows. Maybe he's secretly a loser.

Ariella: Don't I know it. I'm a chef in this damn city.

Ariella: Okay. I'll have either the chinese place or the police on hold. Just in case.

Marco: A loser in a Prada suit, of course.

Marco: I thought about it myself, you know. The whole carrot and celery life style, not changing my pronouns.

Marco: Maybe have both, it could end up like that time I forgot I had to pay for the massive order I put in and got in a fight about it.