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Ira climbed his way in, as usual. He texted Cleo five minutes before, as usual. The decision that it was probably a good idea to have some sort of warning came after he was almost caught once, just as he stepped on the windowsill. It was enough of a scare to alarm the not easily alarmed duo. “Have I told you how much doors are overrated?” @pyrocleo
pyrocleo:
“its not a fucking card, its what i fucking deal with every day, you know that if you payed me any attention. Oh really? Because you really like to talk about how your feel don't you?” Cleo snapped back. Why did she have to open her mouth and ruin everything? it seemed to be a talent of hers. Still hurt filled her as the two continued to bicker. “More like because Jord is a good person, rather than some bighead headed hypocritical asshole. i mean that you have no right to be mad at me for spending time with another person, you're going all alpha male on me,” Cleo stopped talking and looked away from the other, wrapping her arms around her shoulders in an effort to keep herself grounded. She couldn't even properly process what had happened between them, she hated that they were like this, so easily explosive with each other. “Oh fuck off,” she snapped back. All she wanted to do in that moment was get out of the situation. “You wanted me here in the first place remember,”
“Okay, now I don’t pay enough attention to you? Come on, Cleo, you know that’s not true.” Ira retorted, “I probably pay more attention to you than I should.” He sat down on the sidewalk, feeling the fire go out. “So now besides being big headed hypocritical asshole I’m also a bad person? That’s a great thing to hear from your best friend, you have no idea. I’m not mad at you for spending time with other person. I’m mad at you for using the possibility of preferring to hang out with someone else to manipulate me.” He sighed. “Of course I remember. I was the one who texted you. I was the one who drove all the way here to pick you up.”
✨ Cleo Rae Myers & Ira Parker Moodboard.
You and me till the end asshole, don't test me on this.
pyrocleo:
Cleo huffed, looking down at her feet for her moment, shaking her head for a moment. “Well forgive the abandoned girl for being a bit sensitive about where she stands with you! Are you kidding? Jordi and me have been friends since we were kids, he’s like my brother, you know that,” How could he even think? Cleo knew she had never been totally open about her feelings, choosing to squash them down rather than even acknowledge them for a moment, but he had to know how important to her he was. “Oh come on, Jord wouldnt hate a fly and you know it! You're just jealous for some unknown god damn reason.” His comments got under her skin with a level of ease, and she could almost feel her skin heating with her feelings, so she was grateful as she followed him out of the car.
“I can’t believe you’re pulling that card with me. And you should fucking know where you stand.” Just for safety, he took a couple of steps farther away from the car. The discussion escalated so quickly that Ira didn’t really know what was the point. He wasn’t really sure about the reason he was so mad either, but he felt entitled to that anger— and he didn’t feel entitled to a lot of things. “Of course he wouldn’t hurt me, I’d kick his ass if he tried. What do you even mean?” Ira didn’t share a lot of what he thought, of what he felt, so when he did share, he didn’t appreciate having his feelings thrown back at his face, even and perhaps, most especifically, when he didn’t know what he was feeling himself. ”That’s probably like the first wise thing you did today. I can’t be held accountable for what would happen if you blew my Mustang.” He said, and his voice sounded like the angry rendition of a joke. Completely out of place.
pyrocleo:
“oh right, you know why; because being switched out for some random girl is way fucking worse,” Cleos quick to reply, though she doesn't make any effort to move out of the car, instead she simply pulls her legs up onto the seat in front of her and wrapped her arms around them in an effort to keep her emotions regulated. “what reason?” she asked, disbelief filling her voice. “Why on earth would me choosing Ezra or Delilah change anything?”
Ira pulled over. “That’s so fucking not what I meant. Those are the girls I take out, with you is nothing like that. Come on, you know that. I was just messing with you. Of course I’m not gonna take a random girl on a date, do you even know me? Girls don’t exist when the sun is out. I don’t date. I’m not a dater. You, on the other hands, sure spend a lot of time with Jordi.” Ira countered, getting borderline inflamed — literally. “What reason?!” He asked, but he too was struggling for a reason. “The guy just hates me or something. What do I know? Ask him.” He yelled, getting out of the car.
pyrocleo:
“What the actual hell Ira?” Cleo snapped with a roll over her eyes. His words stung, and the worse part he knew they would. The girl had only meant to tease him, not make him as angry as she had. “so its totally fine for you to tell me just how fucking replaceable I am to you, but I mention one of my three other friends and suddenly it's game over… How immature are you?”
“Fuck this, you know it’s not the same thing.” Ira replied, staring at the dashboard. He could take a random girl on a random date, it didn’t mean shit in comparison to a boring saturday with his best friend. “Come on, you know you could have mentioned any of your three other friends. You chose ordi for a reason. How’s that for immature?”
pyrocleo:
“Fine. i’ll just get Jordi to take me out instead should I?” There’s a playful grin on her face as replies smugly. “please, you're not charming. You're an asshole,” The words charming asshole were more fitting, she knew, but her best friend was already far too big headed. “More like I know youll be happier if you chose, besides right now, so long as it’s food i’ll eat it,”
Her words punched the good mood out of him. The car came to a halt and Ira shrugged. “Maybe you should, it’s not like I care anyway.” He replied, but anyone from a mile away could see that maybe he cared a little too much. Ira reached over to open the door on the passenger side, ignoring the close proximity the movement allowed. “You’re free to go.”
pyrocleo:
“of course, and please I am far better company than those girls and you know it,” She replied quickly, as she climbed into the car. This was a conversation theyd had before, so she knew better than to let it bother her. “oh come on Ive paid like once,” she replies with a roll of her own eyes. “gee I bet you really are a charmer with the ladies, I thought you liked my roguish charm,” there was mock offence in her voice though she did in fact find the conversation amusing. “you’re paying, you can pick,”
“That can be disputed,” he replied, laughing at the absence of real outrage. They were too used to each other. “Ladies love me. Oh come on, I know you like mine.” Ira shook his head. “You are the worst decision maker I have ever encountered. Coco’s it is, then. I could probably eat two or three stacks on pancakes right now.”
fayegwynn:
The corners of his mouth quirked upward and Faye felt her magic twitch almost imperceptibly in turn. It had been a long time since she had been unable to stop herself shimmering but it was always there, beneath the veneer of concentration it took to stay as close to human as possible. A low thrum. “No the other friends standing imposingly behind you in penguin suits. Though I really don’t see how this is supposed to make us blend in at all. You’re a little… big for high schoolers.” She curled her fingers into the straps of her backpack, rocking on the balls of her feet. “Pleasure boys, I’m sure. Jimmy, you’ll get out of that basement sooner or later, I believe in you and Kirk. I feel you. If I ever find out how to fill the emptiness inside I’ll let you know.” She nodded jauntily to the stoic men in turn. “I must have mistaken them for some other gigantic upperclassmen, my bad.”
“I don’t think they care enough to blend in. The worst that can happen is someone thinks I’m a real rich dude with bodyguards and tries to kidnap me or something. In which case, I’ll just fry them. Or roast them. Or push them very strongly. I don’t know, it depends on my batteries.” Ira waved goodbye as the bus arrived, eager to get as far away from the men as possible. “After you,” he indicated, holding the door so Faye could get in before him. “I think it’s fucked up that they don’t let you fly to school. Do you think your wings could take it? Like the pressure?”
pyrocleo:
The girl had heard the other giggling as she made her way toward the car, not that she minded all that much. From what she could figure, she must have looked pretty ridiculous. Cleo breathed in the fresh air as the other embraced her, letting the feeling of Ira’s arms around her wash away the tension that seemed to so easily build up inside of here. “Fine, but you're paying since you had to go and get me up so god damn early,” She replied only half serious as she moved towards his car.
“Are you coming or not? Because there are two other girls I could be picking up right now.” Ira joked as he opened the door, rolling his eyes as she stated the obvious. “When have I ever not payed? You financially abuse me. I’m glad no one one knows that, I do have a rep to maintain. I just don’t know why I put up with that. It must be my fondness for lost causes.” With his sunglasses on — he thinks he’s so cool, Ira started the car. “Where do you wanna go?”
scarlocke:
Scarlet mindlessly tapped her pencil against the surface of the desk, her eyes where fixed in front of her but she could still feel their eyes burning into the side of her head. ‘Do you me a favor, stop staring at me.’ told them without even opening her mouth, a moment later her head turned to look at them. ‘Seriously, it’s annoying.’
Ira laughed. He was actually staring at her, but probably not for the reasons she believed. “Scar,” he whispered, but he was pretty sure that was the loudest whisper, because half the classroom turned around to look at him. “Can you please pick up my pencil with your mind? Or at least push it far enough that Mr. Wright might trip on it?”
pyrocleo:
@nitrcs
if Cleo was to have listed all the things she would have been expecting to do with her saturday morning, shimmying down the drain pipe to reach the ground below would not have been part of that collection. Still ira had text saying he wanted to see her, and Cleo was never the type to deny him anything. The drain pipe was a much more efficient way of getting out the house anyway, the orphanage staff had learnt a long time ago that letting her go out anywhere near her best friend was bad news.
Her feet landed carefully onto the grass, before she turned and made her way towards the front of the building. A grin framing her face as she laid eyes on the boy. “you wanted to see me babe?”
Ira was bored to death. Enough to wake up early on a saturday morning and drive all the way to Cleo’s. He jumped out of his car and texted her to come down, struggling to get his laughter under control when he saw her sneaking out via drain pipe. That was his girl. “Ay.” He smiled, pulling her in for a hug. “Good morning to you too, asshole. Let’s go get some breakfast.”
✉ | ira + davina
DAVINA: do you love her?
IRA: wow
IRA: what are you talking about?
IRA: or who are you talking about?
anthonybergeron:
“Propose to who?” he asks, playing coy. He makes eye contact with one of Ira’s guards—or at least he thinks he does—and he sends the guard a wiggly fingered wave. “You’re going to have to be more specific.”
“Oh I don’t know.” Ira replies, hands on his head like he’s trying to think of a plausible answer. “You can have your pick with this two here,” he shrugged, gesturing to the agents. “I’ll just tell Ezra he’ll have to take the other, no problem —of course I’m talking about Del. The girl that you are already dating but feel the need to stalk? I might have to report you to these guys. That’s kinda creepy, dude.”
fayegwynn:
Faye loathed getting to the bus stop in the mornings, her wings had to stay hidden until they were on campus but it meant that ninety percent of the time she was running late. Magic didn’t seem to mind mornings, unlike her, a few times she’d actually fallen asleep with the iridescent wings fluttering on despite the fact that she was dead-unconscious. She sidled up to the post, all five foot one of her straining to look up at Ira’s company. “Super duper.” She snickered adding a mock salute to the men in black at each of Ira’s shoulders before tucking pink curls behind one softly pointed ear. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friends?” Faye hummed, turning on his stoic guard. “Where do I know you from… Wait, basketball team? No? Chess club?”
Just like that, she stole a smile from his lips. Faye was an interesting character. Ira sometimes wondered what it was about her, but she almost dripped energy. It seemed to him that she had a huge amount of it concentrated in a tiny body. She used to practically glow in comparison to others. He has to be extra careful around her, careful not to charge on her. Still, she was a little weird and he liked weird. “You mean the MIB?” He asked. “Agent J and Agent K or, how I like to call them, Kirk and Jimmy. Kirk’s been married for a decade and likes to play golf to ignore the emptiness inside and Jimmy still lives with his mother.” Ira shrugged, happy to see the bus around the corner. “Oh, you know them? They’re not really into chess, but maybe you ran into the at the Pentagon? Think again, I do believe Jimmy here likes chess.”
anthonybergeron:
Anthony doesn’t look up from his phone where he’s busy scrolling through Delilah’s Instagram. They’re all pictures he’s seen before, but it doesn’t hurt to look at her pictures while waiting for the bus. “Sorry. Are you talking to me?” he asks with an amused smile, finally looking up at Ira. “Or were you talking to your best friends behind you?”
Ira smiled, head gesturing to Anthony’s phone. “You, actually. These two everyone knows are spies,” The agents looked about to kill him, so he turned around to address them. “I’m serious. Everyone here knows who you are.” Back to Anthony, he winked. “But you, my friend, I haven’t figured out.” Laughing, he stole Tony’s phone. “Maybe we should play a little game of spy or stalker. Or maybe you should go ahead and freaking propose to her already, dude.”
rivercortez:
River sighed as he approached the bus stop, annoyed that Ira had brought along his entourage yet again. instead of wishfully hoping that they wouldn’t report him ( because after his latest stunt they most certainly would have ), river tugged out his phone as he approached the group. “Do me a favor and charge it.” He grinned before turning to the men, simply waving his hand in front of their faces. “The bus came and Ira got on safely –and you didn’t see anyone else at the bus stop.” River waved as they walked off before sitting down on the curb. “What are you twelve? Why do you have babysitters all the time?”
The bodyguards backed away at the sound of River’s voice. One could argue Ira didn’t have many friends — which was true, but the ones he did have were most valuable. So he grabbed the phone from River’s hand with a smirk on his face. “I love it when you do that. 220V or 110V? I think I have enough for two batteries before I get my hands on a socket. Literally.” Ira replied, shrugging as he saw the bus around the corner. “Because I’m a nuke. What did you do to send them away like that?”
