no plan, no reason, just balls!

Mitchell Jason Laswell. Usually goes by MJ or Mitch. Likes OJ and PB&J and hugs and kiss and sun. Likes shirts, but likes it better when it's shirtless, WHOOP! LEMME LOVE YOU DOWN!

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“Jer, I just had an epanini!” MJ declares as he walks into the room, pauses, rethinks, “...the vocabulary cards ain’t working. But I had a realization!” He jumps over the sofa and flops down. In his face is possibly the most serious look he has ever made in his life. “I need to move out of the house. I’m in my mid-20s and I’m still working in the bar and I haven’t done anything in my life and I live with my dad-- and I love my dad but I’ll never grow up if I stay at home. What do you think?”

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[seffora-merryweather]

The white-haired girl couldn’t help but chuckle at his comment, smiling afterwards. “I’m usually not, so that explains a lot here” she admitted with a light shake of her head. Rei wouldn’t say she was clumsy, she could be quite deft when she wanted to. Her problem was that she sometimes she did several things all at once. “Well, in that case I don’t feel guilty anymore” she said with a grin.

[mj-laswell-does-stuff]

“Well, it’s my superpower, so I don’t blame you.” He jokes lightheartedly. It is his superpower, so he is not lying. “Awesome! That’s great. Don’t feel guilty. Guilt kills ya. It’s worse than cigarette.” He flashes a genuine smile, sips his cocoa and flinches a bit because it’s hot. “I’m MJ, by the way.” 

[cora-clerval]

“I know! haven’t seen you in ages!” she replied in a loud manner too, hoping the music wouldn’t drown her words. “Come on, who cares about a little sweat!” she waved off his comment and pulled him into a hug, ecstatic to see MJ after all this time.

[mj-laswell-does-stuff]

MJ grins as the old friend gives him a hug. “It is! It’s so good to see you!” He lets out a soft laugh because they are both shouting. He would ask her how has she been, but it’s too loud in here. “Hey, you wanna get out?! I can’t hear you well!” 

[cora-clerval]

Cora danced for a while, surrounded by that sea of unknown people. With all the lights and the crowd it took her a while to spot MJ a couple of feet away from her. When she did, she grinned and called out “MJ!”. Figuring he probably wouldn’t hear her thanks to the loud music, the girl approached him, tapping his shoulder to get his attention.

[mj-laswell-does-stuff]

Feeling a tap on his shoulder, MJ spins on his wheel. He kinda hoped it would be Jer. It wasn’t, but the familiar face does not disappoint him. “Cora! Hey!” He practically shouts because of the loud music. “Long time no see! I would have hugged you if I wasn’t all sweaty!”

[seffora-merryweather]

“I was kind of distracted as well” Rei waved off his apology, not getting pissed at him at all about the little accident. Stuff like that happened every now and then, no need to get worked up about it. The girl frowned in mild confusion as the guy disappeared for a moment, a grateful smile finding its way to her lips when he brought her some tissues “Yes, I’m fine. It’s no biggie, just a coffee stain” she replied as she rubbed the tissue against her shirt. It didn’t take away the stain entirely, but it did help. “Thanks. I didn’t spill any on you, did I?”.

[mj-laswell-does-stuff]

“Oh, I do that too! Too much stimu... some difficult words about... something... I also tend to lose my point as I go an I forget what I was saying.” He squints at the air to remember what he was talking about. “Oh, right. Coffee. Sorry about that. I swear I’m usually good at dodging people.” MJ is relieved that she isn’t mad. He doesn’t want to piss off anyone. “Yeah, no, don’t worry. Even if you did, my shirt already has too many stains, no one would notice extra.” He probably shouldn’t have said that with such pride in his voice, but who cares.

[seffora-merryweather]

“Thank you. Have a nice day” the girl said to the barista with a smile, picking up her vanilla latte from the counter. Not before leaving some coins into the can for tips that was by the cashing machine. It was a small kind of help, but one that she knew the people working at the café appreciated. As she turned around and fiddled with her shoulder bag to slip her wallet inside, Rei accidentally collided with someone. “Shit” the word escaped her as she quickly moved her hand away, to prevent the coffee to fall into the other person. Instead, some of it was spilled on herself.

[mj-laswell-does-stuff]

MJ observes people at the cafe he nested in. Everyone seems to be busy, comes and goes, talking with others over phones, doing multiple things at the same time. Hearing over conversations, he can tell some of the things they do, they don’t even like. It’s something he can never understand... Feeling himself down, he gets his hot cocoa and slips through people.  “Oops, sorry! My bad.” He apologizes immediately at a girl he bumped into. He is usually great at dodging people, but there are too many people. “Oh, crap.” He makes an awkward look as he finds the stain on her shirt. “Wait here.” Then he manages to find his way through all the people to the stand and gets tissues. He returns within 30 seconds and hands it to the girl. “I’m really sorry. You alright?”

[cora-clerval]

After closing at Patrick’s bar, Cora didn’t go home. The night was still young. As she entered a club the music was blaring, incandescent lights blinking all around. People were bouncing around, drinks in hand as they danced. A smile appeared on her lips as she made her way through the crowd, she loved the song that was playing. And so, she just began to dance, happily and unabashedly.

[mj-laswell-does-stuff]

There are many things MJ loves. Countless things, really. And club packed with people, loud music blasting, hell yeah. It’s his game. He dances until he is out of breath, almost desperately. Jer has been busy lately, and he misses his friend dearly. Occupying himself with anything helps.

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[mj-laswell-does-stuff]

What can I fear When I know that I walk by your side You're the fortress Within which I got nothing to hide None can take me I'm the tower the world couldn't fell 'cause I'm stronger When I know that you know me well

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       [Dear God]

     I'm in love with a boy      He's not perfect      He's lost      He's broken      He's sad      He carries the whole world on his shoulders and      hides the broken bones      He walks a thorny road and      apologizes for bleeding out      He swallows the glassy tears      stares up the night sky      as his heart plays a rueful tune      searches for the North Star      He's a traveler who can't stop looking back      And God, I'm in love with him        Dear God,      I'm not perfect      I won't delude myself      that I can find a path for him      that I can fix him      that I can banish his sorrow      So I pray,      Let me be the one he can lean on      to rest his broken bones      Let me walk beside him      so that our bloody footsteps can intertwine      Let me share tears with him      when we are lost together in the starless night      Let our hearts share a rhythm      Without starlight to guide us      we will wait for the dawn      I'll be his companion      to look back and know      that we were not alone      that we are not alone        Dear God,      That's all I ask for

       Let me be with him          Let me follow this road            to wherever my pathfinder leads me

[jeremiah-greycohen-blog-blog]

Words jumble in Jer’s head, and he lets them go in favor of another kiss. At the suggestion, he grins, nodding. “Have I ever told you that I love the way you think? Almost as much as I love you.” Pulling back, he finishes his beer, tossing the bottle in the bin. “How do you propose we get the beers?”

[mj-laswell-does-stuff]

“Who said I think at all?” MJ murmurs in between the kisses. It’s the softness and the warmth. He feels as if it made him see things, like colors and shapes dancing behind his eyes. It could easily be the beers he’s been chugging... But Jer is definitely contributing. He reaches out and wraps his arms around the other’s neck, leaning on to him. “Mm... put the empty bottles on the top box, hide the real ones in the box on the bottom, pretend like we’re cleaning out the trash?” suggests him after a second of scheming. “Everyone’s tipsy, so they might not see it coming?”

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[mj-laswell-does-stuff]

What do you know? This house is falling apart What can I say? This house is falling apart We got no money, but we got heart We're gonna rattle this ghost town This house is falling apart

[jeremiah-greycohen-blog-blog]

“Hell yeah.” The kiss leaves him grinning, chewing his bottom lip. “I like it when you taste tipsy.” He leans in, this time kissing the other longer. “Do you want to stay here and maybe get more free drinks? Or, we could go back to the treehouse.”

[mj-laswell-does-stuff]

“I like when I taste tipsy too.” He whispers against the warm lips of Jer before the kiss. He doesn’t care if others stare-- or look away for that matter. Their forehead met and MJ smiles lightly. “Well, why not both? We can have free drinks at the treehouse... Let’s steal beers from behind.”

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[mj-laswell-does-stuff]

And I will wait for you tonight You're here forever and you're by my side I've been waiting all my life To feel your heart as it's keeping time We'll do whatever just to stay alive