[moj1to]

MOJ1TO ! [ . . . ] dependent collection of fools curated by 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾, exclusively for 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗐𝗇.

𝗿𝗵𝘆𝘀𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑖, twenty8, local.

[apritivos]

ignores   the   show   he   puts   on   beside   her   completely,   read   something   once   about   letting   babies   just   throw   their   tantrums.   does   glance   at   his   little   dance   though,   a   smile   permanent   on   her   face   at   the   sight   of   it   while   she   adds   the   finishing   touches   to   the   bracelet.   “   you   should   believe   me,   ‘cause   i’m   not   a   liar,   ”   frowns   at   him,   leg   sliding   off   his   thigh,   readjusting   herself   in   her   seat.   she   shrugs,   “   sure,   if   you   want   to.   now?   ”   there   were   some   bodies   around   them   but   for   the   most   part   it   was   private,   glancing   down   at   the   bracelet   she   created   and   second   guessing   it   as   she   does   many   things   that   are   in   connection   with   the   male.

[moj1to]

has to physically restrain himself from slinging her leg back over his thigh. it's a little ridiculous, how just her leg on his can have heat radiating through his entire body. " now. the birthday prince commands the unveiling. " he shifts in his seat to face her, bracelet clutched in his fist, still hidden from her view. " okay. one, two... " before three can be blurted out he's unveiling his creation, the text reading my lani on full view for her. he regrets it instantly. wants to go back and just put an l or something. afraid it'd be too much, that she'd start frowning instead of that pretty smile she gets when she likes something. he clears his throat. " i know, not my best work. "

[hugospr1tz]

"  when  he  doesn't  get  too  cocky.  "  gaze  is  locked  on  his,  as  the  tattoo  artist  teases  him.  it  doesn't  take  long  before  she  bursts  into  laughter  at  his  attempt  at  winking.  "  did  no  one  ever  teach  you  how  to  wink  ?  "  she  asks,  shaking  her  head  in  disbelief.  "  that's  how  it's  done.  "  ivy  says,  before  winking  at  him,  ever  so  subtly  you  can  barely  notice.  it  feels  a  little  too  natural,  a  little  too  close,  but  there's  still  a  distance  to  be  kept.  for  their  own  sake.  "  you're  so  lucky  i  don't  look  good  as  a  blonde.  "  a  sigh  as  she  purses  her  lips  in  disappointment.  "  happy  birthday,  golden  prince.  "  her  tone  is  mocking  as  she  stands  on  her  tippy  toes  to  steal  the  tiara.  "  you  snooze  you  lose.  now  tell  me  what  silly  wish  you  want  me  to  write.  "

[moj1to]

" can never be too cocky. you should be cockier. " almost smirks at her until she calls out his failure at winking. pretends to study her wink closely, though it's half an excuse to study her, closer than he's allowed himself in a while. a test, maybe, though he wouldn't wander any closer. " woooow. my fault for not being an expert at winking. " gaze shifts to the dark strands framing her. " i don't know .. you might be able to pull off blonde. maybe you should let me bleach it. " wriggles his fingers in her face. amusement shines even as he lets out an offended squawk once the tiara's taken away. " it's your wish, vivs. you pick something. "

[aftercure]

niya     kassir,      #      𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧     :     food village.

　 　⤷      #𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳      …      rhys luciani     ,  @moj1to

she’s   standing   in   line   for   two   lemon   spritzes,    gone   for   less   than   two   minutes   but   when   her   gaze   drifts   back   to   rhys,    he’s   still   in   the   place   she   left   him,    birthday   sash   slung   proudly   across   his   chest,    but   currently   trapped   in   a   circle   of   three   girls   who   definitely   took   the   sash   as   an   invitation.    corners   of   her   mouth   twitch   as   she   watches   one   fixing   it   where   it   twisted,    another   touching   his   arm   and   third   probably   leaning   in   with   a   happy   birthday   that   lasts   longer   than   it   has   to.    once   she   finally   collects   the   drinks,    waiting   just   enough   for   one   of   the   girls   to   finish   batting   her   eyelash,    niya   finally   manages   to   slide   up   beside   him,    shoulder   bumping   into   his.    “   i   told   lani   that   this   sash   is   gonna   be   dangerous,   ”    gaze   drifts   between   him   and   the   girls,    part   of   her   curious   how   long   until   they   get   the   memo.    she   has   to   bite   the   inside   of   her   cheek   to   stop   herself   from   smiling.    “   they   just   keep   flying   in   and   i   only   left   for   two   minutes,   ”    a   tsk   sound   leaves   her   lips,    her   head   shaking   in   a   fake   judgement.    “   i   fear   the   optics   aren’t   looking   great   for   you   tonight,   ”    the   thought   of   lani   losing   it   if   only   she   would   see   what   niya   just   did   makes   her   giggle   and   she   chooses   to   ignore   the   way   her   stomach   tightens   at   the   thought   of   how   she   can’t   run   and   just   tell   her   about   it,    but   facing   lani   would   mean   facing   everything   she’s   trying   to   forget   this   night.

[moj1to]

a quieter birthday tradition/unfortunate side effect is that it somehow always ends up like this. in another life, for another man, this whole being surrounded by pretty girls situation might be a dream come true. in this one he's awkwardly giving thank you's and trying to cut the conversation short lest he end up on another instagram page today. niya pops up with drinks like an angel come to rescue him and the tension in his shoulders eases now that he has an excuse to turn away. " it's because you keep leaving me. can't you activate a secret evil chihuahua mode inside of you and start barking or something ? i think that'd scare them off. " mention of lani's name has tideswept eyes moving through the crowd, afraid they might land on her own. " you're a terrible pr rep, you know. just leaving me to the wolves. i think i've had my biceps gripped fifteen times. " reaching for one of the drinks she brought, he does the ill - advised decision of downing it all at once. makes a face as alcohol burns down his throat. " what about you ? any birthday miracles of mine trickling down towards you ? "

[hugospr1tz]

"  i  just  want  to  be  rhys  luciani,  truthfully.  "  she  jokes,  playfully  placing  her  hand  on  his  chest,  where  his  arms  are  crossed  one  over  the  other.  it  stays  there  a  second  too  long,  so  she's  quick  to  pull  it  back,  letting  it  flip  her  hair  from  one  side  to  the  other.  "  if  you  wake  up  tomorrow  with  a  lock  missing,  it  wasn't  me.  "  trying  to  keep  the  conversation  lighthearted  as  she  ignores  the  fact  that  there  is  the  smallest  part  of  her  still  missing  the  past.  even  though  she  shouldn't.  "  first  of  all,  i  am  fun.  and  you  know  that.  "  finger  points  at  him  before  she  rolls  her  eyes  and  lets  out  a  groan.  "  but  fine,  only  because  it's  your  birthday.  happy  birthday,  asshole.  "

[moj1to]

" who wouldn't ? i hear he's a pretty great dude to be. " tries for a wink but it fails and he blinks instead. quick to move past that, especially with the feel of her hand against him, even fleeting. he almost wants to ruin the easygoing atmosphere by saying something stupid, like i'm sorry i fucked things up. " you steal my hair and i'll shave yours off. be very careful. " mimics the finger pointing, a mirror image for a split second. " i think you mean happy birthday o' great and wonderful rhys. peep the crown. i'm the birthday prince. " points up to the sparkly tiara haphazardly dangling on his head. " and after you write a wish i'll find us drinks. deal ? "

[apritivos]

something   to   be   said   about   the   fact   both   can   start   on   their   bracelets,   no   need   to   measure   each   others   wrist   or   question   each   other   about   favorite   color   schemes,   enough   faith   in   the   knowledge   they   have   of   the   other   to   get   it   done.   lets   out   a   scoff   at   the   box   he   puts   between   them,   turning   just   slightly   that   the   length   of   her   hair   covers   her   side   from   him.   it   also   hides   the   endearment   on   her   expression   as   she   listens   to   him   mutter   to   himself.   works   on   her   own   bracelet   in   complete   silence,   the   only   movement   from   her   is   the   slight   jitter   of   the   leg   planted   on   the   ground   and   her   hands   threading   beads   through   string.   nods   at   his   question   without   looking   his   way,   thinking   that   would   be   the   end   of   it,   until   his   touch   is   firm   against   her   thigh.   “   i   don't   always   beat   you   up,   ”   grumbled,   and   proven   wrong   by   a   flick   against   his   shoulder,   “   but,   yeah,   you   can   spell   out   anything   and   i   won't   beat   you   up.   i   pinky promise   it   on   the   birthday   spirits!   ” 

[moj1to]

he lets out an exaggerated whine, clutching his shoulder when she flicks it. " on my birthday, too. that's another tick against you. one day i'm going to release the lani expose. " his expression is more than pleased at the confirmation, though, a little shake in his shoulders for a celebratory dance as he starts arranging the letter beads until he's got the bracelet done. he almost wants to try it on himself to test how sturdy it is but he's afraid it'll make hers instantly shatter. " but i'll believe you since you promised on the birthday spirits. are we doing a grand reveal ? "

[apritivos]

can't   stop   the   round   of   laughter   that   comes   from   the   amount   of   looks   he   receives   behind   her,   can   see   the   trail   people   make   from   the   tiara   on   his   head   to   the   words   tongue   follicles   coming   out   of   his   mouth.   wishes   there   was   some   part   of   her   that   wasn't   charmed   by   the   ridiculousness   of   that   sentence   from   him,   only   hates   herself   a   little   for   the   fact   that   there   isn't.   softly   thanks   the   worker   for   pulling   out   her   chair,   rolling   her   eyes   when   she   catches   the   end   of   the   look   rhys   spits   his   way.   “   have   you   never   made   a   friendship   bracelet   before?   ”   all   the   materials   are   on   the   table,   adjusted   for   only   two.   she   points   towards   the   options   of   elastic   string,   “   first,   you   pick   out   whatever   color   you   want   for   the   string,   ”   face   scrunching   in   concentration   as   she   battles   between   two   different   colors.   “   after   that,   there's   boxes   of   beads.   some   people   do   simple   colors,   others   do   colors   and   letters   to   spell   something   out.   then,   at   the   end,   there's   the   boxes   of   charms   if   you   wanna   add   one.   ”   hand   gestures   around   the   three   clear   boxes   that   were   neat   and   orderly.   “   ours   don't   have   to   be   the   same,   but   we're   making   them   for   each   other!   so   make   mine   cute,   or   else,   ”   decision   set   on   the   black   string,   she   plucks   it   from   the   table,   glancing   up   at   him   with   half   a   smile   as   she   lets   one   leg   land   over   his   under   the   table.

[moj1to]

the blank look he gives when she asks if he's ever made a friendship bracelet answers the question wordlessly. he reaches for the blue string and then a box of beads, starting to pick out a color scheme slowly. not before he places the box between her and his bracelets, covering his own so she can't peek before he's done. " ooookay .. i've got this. i'm the man. " said as he's attempting to thread a bead through the tiny string, missing the hole three times before he gets it... and then the bead falls out of the other end. " wait, shit, i have to tie it up... " he's muttering to himself at this point. deft fingers work the string best as he can until he gets a knot at the end and starts over with the beads. " i can spell out anything ? and you won't beat me up ? " pauses from the bracelet to turn towards her, hand lowering to squeeze her thigh under the table. " promise it right now. "

[hugospr1tz]

there  are  many  things  that  can  be  said  about  ivy,  awkward  isn't  one  of  them.  she  would  always  keep  her  head  held  high  and  will  be  the  bigger  person,  even  if  it  means  biting  on  her  tongue.  and  the  situation  with  rhys  was  no  different.  "  with  height  and  body  like  yours  ?  surprised  no  agency  snapped  you  yet.  "  she  clicks  her  tongue  and  shakes  her  head.  although  joking,  there  is  slight  truth  to  her  words.  "  i  don't  believe  it  will  come  true.  so  why  waste  my  time  thinking  of  something  when  i  can  waste  my  time  by  the  bar  ?  "

[moj1to]

" sorry, what's that ? you want my height and body ? i didn't know you felt that way, ivy. " he crosses his arms over his chest like he's trying to hide himself away. " kind of concerned you might try to steal my beautiful blonde locks next. " returning to a normal stance, he dares to come a little closer, nudging her arm with his own. " so there's this thing called fun, and sometimes you have fun by doing nonsensical things like a wish wall. please ? for me ? on my birthday ? "

[hugospr1tz]

she's  been  good  at  keeping  her  distance,  and  aside  from  their  encounters  in  the  past  that  had  no  clothes  included,  she  still  thought  of  him  as  a  good  friend  regardless.  after  all,  he  was  the  one  to  show  her  around  six  years  ago.  she  can  give  him  credit  for  the  fact  she  moved  all  the  way  to  capri.  "  beats  me.  "  she  says  carelessly  as  she  shrugs.  "  oh  you're  absolutely  front  page  material,  rhys.  "  she  nods  in  agreement,  playful  smile  tugs  at  the  corners  of  her  lips.  followed  by  a  laugh  she  shakes  her  head.  "  even  worse.  why  put  into  the  universe  something  silly  ?  "

[moj1to]

the space between them hasn't made it harder to talk to one another. for that, he's grateful, that there isn't a lingering awkwardness whenever they try to communicate with each other. " maybe i should've been a model instead. bring everyone out to paris fashion week so they can see me strut down the runway. " glances back from the wall to ivy, shrugging a shoulder. " why not ? think of it like a hypothesis. if it comes true, then you can come back with something serious. "

[apritivos]

unable   to   give   him   an   inch,   she   shakes   her   head,   “   no,   the   hell   it   doesn't,   royalty   is   no   -   where   near   candy   land.   doesn't   count.   you're   still   on   a   losing   streak.   ”   was   almost   willing   to   give   it   to   him   on   a   technicality   but   the   tone   in   his   voice   seemed   too   happy   about   it.   warmth   of   the   sun   disappears   as   she   tows   him   underneath   the   pop   up   tent.   “   that's   the   problem   with   you   men!   always   take,   take,   without   wanting   to   give,   ”   smiles   at   the   stranger   who   turns   at   the   sound   of   their   conversation.   tent   was   a   generous   description   of   the   place   that   held   various   activities   in   air   conditioned   walls,   people   already   surrounding   tables   as   they   wait   for   the   sets   later   in   the   day.   not   a   lie   spoken   and   still   she   responds   with,   “   i   always   care   about   limits,   ”   proves   her   point   by   using   the   back   of   her   hand   with   the   pinky   that   still   held   tight   to   his   to   land   a   hit   on   his   pelvis.   doesn't   blink   as   he   details   the   poses   they'll   be   doing   later,   not   even   when   he   doesn't   stop   in   the   presence   of   the   worker   and   instead   shares   the   last   two   poses   with   them.   “   table   for   two   for   the   friendship   bracelets,   please,   ”   lips   pull   upward   in   a   friendly   smile,   transforming   into   a   smirk   when   they   walk   away   and   she   turns   to   the   blonde.   “   seems   like   you   put   a   lot   of   thought   into   those   poses,   ”   leans   against   the   sign   -   in   podium,   yanking   him   forward   by   his   sash.   “   let's   practice   one   of   them   now,   ”   brings   his   face   down   and   toward   her,   sticking   her   tongue   out   and   lightly   hitting   his   cheekbone.   clearing   of   a   throat   has   her   righting   herself,   pushing   him   back,   so   they   can   follow   her   to   the   set   -   up.   “   we   can   go   do   your   poses   after   our   friendship   bracelets,   m'kay?   ”

[moj1to]

" excuse you, it absolutely counts. i'm the royal of candy land. what word is in royalty ? ROYAL. " he considers grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her a little to see if that'll reset her into the brief 'agrees with what he says' lani that shows up for five seconds on each of his birthdays. lets out an offended gasp just as they reach the tent. " are you trying to offend me today ? i'll have you know i'm one of the top feminists on this island. 'you men' is just cruel and unusual. " though he's not sure the workers around them will believe that, given his discourse about butts and photoshoots. he shoots the worker a look when the man stares too long at lani, inching closer to her, gets rewarded with her tugging on his sash like a leash. has to glare again when a worker distracts them in the middle of the pose practice. can these people not see he's having the time of his life ? " you know, for the picture, i'm gonna need a more demanding tongue - on - cheek. really go for it. i want to feel the imprint of your tongue follicles on my cheek. " calls out with that last one to make sure he's heard. " wait, how do these work ? are we picking the charms or are they pre made ? can you pre-make a friendship bracelet ? "

[apritivos]

words   go   through   one   ear   and   immediately   out   the   other,   same   tangent   she   hears   anytime   they're   somewhere   that   doesn't   prioritize   sharks.   a   tirade   that   went   on   for   ten   minutes   at   his   jaws   themed   party   before   she   put   a   stop   to   it.   not   that   it   wasn't   a   good   speech,   but   everyone   present   had   already   heard   it   fifty   million   times,   and   there   was   a   time   limit   on   the   mechanical   shark   she   had   ordered.   smile   that   she   attempts   to   keep   to   herself   at   the   memory   and   his   response.   “   well,   since   it   is   your   birthday,   i   don't   have   any   issues   getting   on   mine.   ”   eyebrows   furrow   at   the   guess.   maybe   she   should've   been   more   discreet   with   the   birthday   attire.   he   usually   always   gets   the   theme   wrong,   even   when   it's   spelled   out   in   front   of   him.   “   something   like   that,   ”   it   wasn't   right   on   the   money,   but   close   enough   that   she's   a   little   shocked,   “   this   year   the   theme   is   candy   land,   orange   edition,   with   you   as   the   land's   prince.   obviously.   ”   those   closest   to   her   have   always   joked   she   should've   been   an   event   planner   with   the   way   she   comes   up   with   shit,   even   when   she   explains   that   the   ideas   come   to   her   at   the   most   random   times.   this   idea   had   come   to   her   mid   yell   at   her   brother   about   ridiculous   his   outfit   looked   and   that   he   was   going   to   leave   the   house   embarrassing   the   family   name.   “   so   you   wouldn't   wanna   go   all   out   for   my   birthday   if   i   hadn't   done   this?   ”   eyebrow   raises   at   him,   though   the   answer   wouldn't   make   much   of   a   difference.   weaves   them   through   the   crowd   that   grows   by   the   second,   ignoring   anyone   who   sends   him   wishes   a   little   too   eagerly.   “   doesn't   matter,   we're   doing   the   same   thing   we   do   every   year   on   my   birthday.   ”   never   one   to   celebrate   her   birthday,   not   the   way   she   celebrated   everyone   else,   and   with   a   birth   too   close   to   the   holiday   of   christmas,   all   she   ever   allowed   as   a   celebration   was   a   feast   cooked   by   her   grandfather   and   all   types   of   games   and   karaoke.   she   didn't   even   let   people   wish   her   a   happy   birthday   more   than   once.   and   no   presents.   “   intensive,   huh?   you   do   remember   that   the   booth   only   lets   us   take   four   pictures,   right?   let   me   hear   these   poses.   ”

[moj1to]

she's got a smile on her face that means she's thinking about something she shouldn't be. eyes narrow as he preps himself to question her, sure that she's daydreaming about some embarrassing moment where he almost chipped a tooth when she speaks again. " i guess that's true. birthday privileges in all areas. " the look on her face makes him think he's right on the money. perks up like that zootopia sloth, ready to gloat about finally guessing the birthday theme only to immediately deflate when she says it's candy land. " y'know what ? close enough. that definitely counts as my first on - theme win, and before thirty too. " not that he'd ever minded not being able to guess. every theme of hers was a show of effort that she'd chosen to place on him, no matter how ridiculous. " nope. i wouldn't even have said happy birthday to you if you hadn't brought the sash. " a tease to distract from the fact that he's always wanted to go all out for her birthday, to shower her in presents and over a dozen candles and everything else, if only she'd let him. maybe she knew: he'd tried to sing happy birthday last year but had only gotten as far as breathing in and a 'h' before she'd smacked a hand on his windpipe. " oh, so now you care about limits ? " he clicks his tongue. " okay, envision this. first pic, just us next to each other. second pic, you lick my face. third pic, booty grab. me to you because i'm afraid if i show my butt off to the camera it might overheat. fourth pic, a romantic embrace between the king and his knight. "

[apritivos]

hands   have   no   reason   to   trail   over   body,   ghosting   after   his   own   to   readjust   the   sash   that   sat   on   shoulders   perfectly,   chasing   the   same   heat   that   came   from   his   body   behind   hers   during   their   little   shuffle.   “   sure   is!   i   had   to   commission   that   shit   off   etsy!   apparently   shark   with   confetti   stickers   for   birthdays   isn't   a   popular   request?   ”   pride   lights   her   eyes   at   the   elation   on   his   face   as   he   looks   down   at   the   sash.   birthday   attire   was   mandatory,   a   little   tradition   they'd   started   from   the   first   solemare   they   attended   on   his   birthday.   this   year   she   wanted   to   keep   it   cute,   especially   after   last   years   attention.   she   didn't   realize   making   rhys   walk   around   in   a   shirt   that   showed   off   a   print   out   of   his   bare   chest   with   birthday   boy   painted   on   it   would   garner   all   those   eyes.   and   pictures.   and   bodies   near   him.   “   depends,   ”   uses   their   linked   pinkies   to   lead   them   away   from   the   front   entrance,   keeping   that   tether   between   them,   “   what   do   i   get   in   each   role?   ”   glares   at   him   from   the   corner   of   her   eye.   “   hey!   that   was   not   my   fault!   ”   it   was   entirely   her   fault.   “   how   was   i   supposed   to   know   the   sparklers   i   put   inside   the   human   size   volcano   for   your   humuhumunukunukuapua   themed   party   was   going   to   get   set   off   by   the   sparklers   i   put   on   your   birthday   cake?   ”   the   fire   department   had   multiple   words   for   her   that   night.   none   that   mentioned   what   a   creative,   thoughtful,   visionary   person   she   was.   which   she   was!   every   year   she   came   up   with   a   new   theme   for   his   not   -   so   -   surprise   parties   and   gifts!   the   met   gala   couldn't   even   come   up   with   themes   as   good   as   hers.   “   let's   just   try   to   remember   no   birthday   photos   near   possible   explosives   this   year!   ”

[moj1to]

familiar hands run over his chest and he contemplates asking to leave for two hours. keeps himself from it lest he get a smack in the back of his head instead of a makeout session, instead trailing blues down to the sash, running a thumb over the little shark. " don't know why it wouldn't be more popular. people just don't have pizzazz anymore. everyone wants capybaras instead of sharks. capybaras aren't even that cute... " cuts the rant off there before he drones on and on, words she's already heard a thousand times. goes easily as lani leads him away. he's sure that, with the way he trusts her without question, if this were a fairytale he'd be her witch spell victim in seconds. " ideally the roles end with us getting the same thing. just depends which one of us ends up on their knees. " his toothy grin grows even wider. that last birthday had been very fun, even if it'd ended with his mother begging him to cut lani off and him having to pay property damages because he wouldn't let her do it. " is this year's theme royalty or is that a surprise, too ? between this and the sash i'm realizing i have to go all the way out for your birthday. you think they'll let us go to the moon and back like katy perry did that one time ? " or did he imagine that ? she at least had that extraterrestrial song. maybe he'd play that for her while they rose up towards the moon. " special birthday photobooth today. are you prepared ? are you ready ? i have an intensive list of poses and we're doing each one. "

[hugospr1tz]

although  many  people  may  think  she  was  a  rather  believing  person,  ivy  wasn't  one  for  wishful  thinking.  if  anything,  life  taught  her  that  wishful  thinking  will  get  her  nowhere,  but  her  actions  will.  she  has  gotten  to  where  she  is  right  now  all  thanks  to  her  hard  work  and  determination.  "  easy  to  be  my  number  one  blonde  when  you  are  probably  the  only  blonde  in  my  life.  "  she  teases  right  back,  the  playful  grin  on  her  lips  stays  where  it  is.  "  oh  you  should  be  getting  a  noble  prize  for  all  of  the  goodness  you  bring  to  the  world.  "  she  rolls  her  eyes  playfully  and  lets  out  a  chuckle  as  she  crosses  her  arms  over  her  chest.  “  not  really  the  kind  to  be  wishing  on  a  wish  wall.  ”

[moj1to]

rhys ignores the only blonde comment. tells himself he's definitely her favorite blonde and she's just shy about it. " i should. or maybe person of the year. do they still do magazine covers for that ? " he strikes a pose. " think i got it in me for front page. " eyes shift back over the wall, the selection of wishes staring back at him. hopes, desires, secrets. makes him wonder if any will come to pass. " you could be, though. c'mon. at least a silly wish. i won't tell. " he pretends to lock his mouth and throw away the invisible key.

[pearlcscents]

Shae is absolutely opening her mouth to remind him that he's told her about three different stories that would imply otherwise, but then closes it again on account of his adorable birthday sash. She can't call out the birthday boy! Besides, he's kind of right; he's yet to lead her astray. "We should have brought a sign or something," Shae chuckles, smoothing out the sash over him so it reads nice and neat, caught off guard by his quick selfie skills. "Are you posting that?" she asks, unable to help herself and her lingering paranoia in the back of her mind. "I just mean— I look awful," she adds quickly, coming up with a quick excuse that won't sound insane or ruin his fun. Be normal, she tells herself. "You know I'm the queen of wanting to get my favorite flavor all the time, but Amara had me try the lemon recently, and it's so good. You like sour, right?"

[moj1to]

" a big, glowing sign ... moulin - rouge core just for the birthday news. " maybe he'd have to work on one for his next birthday. the idea ruminates in his mind and distracts him just enough that he doesn't immediately post send on the story. looks down at the picture : shae's caught mid - smoothing out the sash, eyes half closed in an unfinished blink, and looks terribly awkward. " whaaaat ? you look adorbs. " he means it, though it doesn't seem like she wants the photo out. " can i keep it, at least ? " pout starts to form ... and evaporates in seconds at the mention of the word sour. " glad to hear amara didn't get the gelato place burned down for getting you a bad flavor. is this you soft launching that the lemon gelato is going to change my life ? "

[apritivos]

𓇼    closed   starter   for   @moj1to,   rhys   luciani.

𓇼    located   a   little   past   the   front   entrance   of   solemare   festival.  ↪        day   two        —        nobody   can   tell   jahlani   swaby   that   the   second   day   of   solemare   is   not   purely   a   celebration   for   rhys'   birthday.

phone   speaker   on   the   highest   level   of   sound   that   it   can   go   after   security   confiscated   the   wireless   rolling   speaker   with   wheels,   hips   sway   to   the   melody   of   birthday   bitch   by   trap   beckham   as   she   makes   her   way   towards   blonde   hair   and   blue   eyes.   there's   no   way   for   the   male   to   know   what   song   is   playing   with   all   the   commotion   happening   around   them   until   she's   a   few   steps   away.   one   arm   loops   around   his   neck   as   soon   as   she's   close   enough,   the   sash   and   tiara   that   she   held   in   her   hand   now   hanging   down   his   shoulder,   body rolling   on   him   for   the   remainder   of   the   song.   doesn't   pay   attention   to   the   eyes,   the   cheers,   or   the   comments   around   them   as   she   slides   off   of   him.   “   happy   birthday!   my   original   entrance   was   better   but   security   wanted   to   act   like   they   had   a   stick   up   their   ass,   ”   raises   her   voice   as   she   shoots   off   a   look   towards   the   security   guard   who   ruined   her   plans.   ready   to   raise   a   middle   finger   in   his   direction   until   rhys   reaches   for   her   hand.   “   anyways!   we   won't   let   them   ruin   your   day!   thankfully,   your   tiara   and   sash   made   it   through   safely!   ”   backs   up   enough   to   stand   in   front   of   the   male,   holding   up   a   pink   sparkly   tiara   and   an   equally   pink   sash   with   the   letters   birthday   boy   in   big   font   and   a   shark   with   a   confetti   cannon   sticker   on   it.   “   what   do   you   think?   it's   cute,   right?   ”   hand   threads   softly   through   blonde   waves.   “   just   wait   'til   you   see   your   gift   after   the   festival!   i   really   outdid   myself   this   year.   ”

[moj1to]

he doesn't have the slightest clue what lani is listening to. this slight disadvantage doesn't stop him from rolling his body against her own to some silent beat. " i like this entrance. think you should've let another song play, you know, for it being my birthday and all. " said shamelessly, hands still on her hips from the uncoordinated dance until she tries to raise a middle finger at the guard. flashbacks to the last time they got banned somewhere because she'd started trying to pummel security, he takes her hand in his, though the touch lasts a few fleeting seconds before she turns to face him. " holy shit. you're insane. is that a shark with confetti ? " the sash gets grabbed first, him sliding it and adjusting until the text is in perfect view, criss - crossed over the front of his body. the tiara remains untouched as he lowers himself a little, waiting for her to crown him. he looks up at her, eyes gleaming, expression unusually soft. " so what're you supposed to be, then ? my knight in shining armor or my birthday princess ? " sparkly tiara safely settled on blonde locks, he rises to his full height again, reaching once more for her hand. pinky locks around her own. was this a corny move ? he'd have to discuss with niya after. " do i need to have the fire department on speed dial again ? your last gift was real explosive. "

[applejoys]

── @capritownstarters ── where: solemare festival ── when: tuesday evening, 7pm; ── who: open to anyone

⋆˚࿔ ୨ 🍂.° ৎ “ are you going to be too upset at me if i suggest going home early?  ” she looks happy, excited even. flashing the other her car keys, june raises her eyebrows giddily. “ you know what they say, once a homebody. always a homebody.  ” that was not in fact, what they said. but she didn't mind. she was sick of the beer - piss - firework smell. and the people, of course.

[moj1to]

" go home early ? " the very thought is ridiculous, offense in his tone amplifying the words. here go the puppy dog eyes, his best weapon at getting what he wants ... as long as they work. " i have a perfect reason why the homebody needs to be put to rest for tonight. " as if she hadn't seen it, he's motioning to the birthday boy sash carefully placed on him. " it's the most important day of the festival and, dare i say, the year. you're going to miss out on it for bed ? there's plenty of bed to be had every other day ! " a pause. " also, pinkpantheress is playing in, like, an hour. you're gonna miss pinkpantheress ? "

[merav1glia]

#                        𝗅𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽   𝖺𝗍   𝖽𝖺𝗒 2 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅    ,   𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽   𝗍𝗈   𝗋𝗁𝗒𝗌 𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗂   ― @moj1to

   “   you   need   to   stop   trying   to   show   me   things   when   it's   dark   ,   you know i'm   blind―   where   are   my   glasses   .   ”   there   goes   his   chances   of   passing   as   a   twenty   -   something   year   old   .   “   didn't   make   it   any   better   ,   the   fuck   am   i   supposed   to   be   looking   at   ?   ”

[moj1to]

" every day you come here and remind me you're an ailing grandpa. " he tsks and shakes his head. pulls out his phone and turns the flashlight on, shining beacon on the words someone had scribbled : a date with bernard alderidge. he waits what he considers to be a respectable amount of time for the other's ailing eyes to read every letter before he wolf whistles and starts waggling his brows in the dark. " i think you have a ... como se dice ... secret admirer. "