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The jabs she took at him made him roll his eyes, wondering why he even bothered to strike up a conversation if all she was going to do was rag on him. He could have just as easily minded his own business and been on his way. Unfortunately, he was stuck in this now, so he had to commit to the bit and see this through.

“I guess the beauty of ‘death of the author’ is that is all means different things to different people.” He shrugs. “Most of these writers I know personally, so I have a hard time being able to look at the text for what it is. If you’re able to do that, then I am deeply jealous.” He looks down at the table of books, then lets out a deep breath. “I think not paying taxes is such a lazy and boring fault. You’re wearing your greed on your sleeve.”

The non-answer was infuriating. She felt like she was trying to give him a chance and that was her flaw, even if she put up the hard exterior. No matter how much she huffed and puffed, there was still the younger self that fawned over his books and devoured his words, cherished his creative gifts. She tapped her acrylic nails on the hardbacks on the table, amused at the fact they were labelled with a pun, 'hardbacks about soft boys'.

"You feel cursed for being so connected?" As far as Nonoko knew, Tilman came from relatively humble origins. Even if he wasn't a movie star, he was still a star in the literary world. Was this what happened when you got that level of creative fame, you became ungrateful? "I know I'm, like, young and getting started. But I don't think shitting on your peers in the field is a great look. You hate them so much?"

nonokoishii

tiilmans

The jabs she took at him made him roll his eyes, wondering why he even bothered to strike up a conversation if all she was going to do was rag on him. He could have just as easily minded his own business and been on his way. Unfortunately, he was stuck in this now, so he had to commit to the bit and see this through.

“I guess the beauty of ‘death of the author’ is that is all means different things to different people.” He shrugs. “Most of these writers I know personally, so I have a hard time being able to look at the text for what it is. If you’re able to do that, then I am deeply jealous.” He looks down at the table of books, then lets out a deep breath. “I think not paying taxes is such a lazy and boring fault. You’re wearing your greed on your sleeve.”

The non-answer was infuriating. She felt like she was trying to give him a chance and that was her flaw, even if she put up the hard exterior. No matter how much she huffed and puffed, there was still the younger self that fawned over his books and devoured his words, cherished his creative gifts. She tapped her acrylic nails on the hardbacks on the table, amused at the fact they were labelled with a pun, 'hardbacks about soft boys'.

"You feel cursed for being so connected?" As far as Nonoko knew, Tilman came from relatively humble origins. Even if he wasn't a movie star, he was still a star in the literary world. Was this what happened when you got that level of creative fame, you became ungrateful? "I know I'm, like, young and getting started. But I don't think shitting on your peers in the field is a great look. You hate them so much?"

nonokoishii

@rcturn

“i grew up in a strictly non-cursing household, didn’t say the f-word until i was in, like, ninth grade,” freddie chuckles and he’s not even exaggerating; he figures it’s another having aggressively christian parents thing. when nonoko and maya disappear out of the room, he takes the time to ignore his agent’s “call me as soon as you get this” texts because freddie is really not in the mood to stress out over whetever his agent wants him to stress out about. besides, his therapist told him to take it easy as he settles back into his life in LA. he’s just following the rules, he thinks as he puts his phone on airplane mode and shoves it back into his pocket.

“yeah, you go ahead. just, you know, no hard drugs around me and i’ll have water,” freddie says with a shrug, trying to make it sound as casual as possible. and it is, for the most part—his addiction and rehab is really no secret when it comes to his friends and family but he’s still figuring out how to talk about it with them. most of the time, he still doesn’t. “so if tonight calls for wine does it mean it’s been hell out there? if someone was being a massive dick i can go and kick their ass for you, just saying”

nonoko decides to have a juice box in camaraderie with freddie. after filling a glass of water for him, she gently places it in front of him on the kitchen counter and thuds her juice box gently with a smile. "i can still complain about hell with minute maid," nonoko insists. she theatrically pops the seal and stabs with great difficulty. "i have no idea how the kids do it nowadays," she muses as she struggles with the paper straws. "i know they're saving turtles and whatnot." it's nice to have someone who also seeks respite from the starry eyed life they lead. she wonders if that's why he's more than happy to look after maya. for certain, having someone so innocent in her life was a great stress reliever. she takes a short sip before exhaling. "you got nothing better to do?" she teases. "you can't get into too much trouble on my behalf. do you know how much actual babysitters cost in this town? i'd have to remortgage the house."

nonokoishii

@rcturn

“i grew up in a strictly non-cursing household, didn’t say the f-word until i was in, like, ninth grade,” freddie chuckles and he’s not even exaggerating; he figures it’s another having aggressively christian parents thing. when nonoko and maya disappear out of the room, he takes the time to ignore his agent’s “call me as soon as you get this” texts because freddie is really not in the mood to stress out over whetever his agent wants him to stress out about. besides, his therapist told him to take it easy as he settles back into his life in LA. he’s just following the rules, he thinks as he puts his phone on airplane mode and shoves it back into his pocket.

“yeah, you go ahead. just, you know, no hard drugs around me and i’ll have water,” freddie says with a shrug, trying to make it sound as casual as possible. and it is, for the most part—his addiction and rehab is really no secret when it comes to his friends and family but he’s still figuring out how to talk about it with them. most of the time, he still doesn’t. “so if tonight calls for wine does it mean it’s been hell out there? if someone was being a massive dick i can go and kick their ass for you, just saying”

nonoko decides to have a juice box in camaraderie with freddie. after filling a glass of water for him, she gently places it in front of him on the kitchen counter and thuds her juice box gently with a smile. "i can still complain about hell with minute maid," nonoko insists. she theatrically pops the seal and stabs with great difficulty. "i have no idea how the kids do it nowadays," she muses as she struggles with the paper straws. "i know they're saving turtles and whatnot." it's nice to have someone who also seeks respite from the starry eyed life they lead. she wonders if that's why he's more than happy to look after maya. for certain, having someone so innocent in her life was a great stress reliever. she takes a short sip before exhaling. "you got nothing better to do?" she teases. "you can't get into too much trouble on my behalf. do you know how much actual babysitters cost in this town? i'd have to remortgage the house."

agenthemingway

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“i promise i was not the one who taught her to say that,” freddie says right after maya drops a curse word. he tries to keep a straight face but it doesn’t work and eventually he just laughs. the two of them are on the floor, all kinds of toys strewn around them because they couldn’t settle on just one. and then, eventually, they just ended up watching tv. freddie’s got the cartoon jingles memorized at this point.

“can’t believe the f-bomb is the first thing you get to hear after coming home,” he says as he looks up at nonoko. “how was work, anyway?”

nonokoishii

"i can believe that," nonoko assures, amused by freddie's flustered state as she picks maya up. "i don't know where she picks it up." she has a flash of memory montages, of every time she knees a table or drops a spoon. sure, definitely not from the mother. "celebrity parents, just haphazardly using whatever vocab." and when maya falls asleep on her shoulder, just like that, she apologises and puts her to bed before returning. finally able to express, she lets out a long sigh. "i need a wine. is that okay,-" she didn't quite know what to do since she also usually had an edible in the evening too. "–we can just chatter over, like, juice."

#rcturn #thread; freddie st. francis

tiilmans

@nonokoishii

Why was Tilman so cursed that when he went out, he would find himself running into people he was not in the least bit fond of? God certainly wanted to see him suffer. Well, frankly, if he were any other man, he might react differently.

But he was picking up his new releases from his new found local bookstore, and found the familiar face of Nonoko doing the same. Tilman had two options, he could talk to her, or ignore her. The latter had the potential for radical repercussions that he’d rather try and avoid.

He sauntered in her direction, looking over her selections. “That author writes interesting perspectives.” He points to one of those books. “That one,” He points to the other. “Doesn’t pay their taxes.” He shrugs, as if that was relevant information to choosing what to read.

nonokoishii

"Count me surprised you read something other than your own writing," Nonoko said. Snark was not a pretty look on her. It was a reluctant currency, something she took up to survive in unfamiliar territory. "And that you're not the one dodging taxes." It was best to engage positively. After all, he wasn't the worse subject she'd captured. His behaviour during a shoot had been such a shock.

She raised her eyebrows, fascinated to see him at his most au natural. Of course, a normal guy would not have the insight into the world of writers that he was so delighted to share. His ease in a local bookstore forced a mortality on him she didn't expect, not just a god of the literary industry. "I have a question, death of the author related." It was a phrase she hadn't used since her early twenties. Nonoko didn't want to say she found Los Angeles vapid. That was no way to describe a diverse multicultural place. However, she missed being able to talk about something she was interested in, having constantly just been eye-candy for the elite, or just not taken seriously as a woman in her profession. "Does the fact he allegedly doesn't pay taxes affect me? Or should I just judge the text for what it is?

#thread; tillman

@undecadent

It's strange. There was nothing she wanted less than this life. Nonoko was done struggling, done grifting, ready to just settle in. However, she still had to pinch herself when she went to pick up Maya from Vita freaking Winslet. Somehow, she'd gotten used to famous creatives, but literal aristocrats were still beyond her comprehension. "Thank you so much for doing this last minute." She always hid her star-struck nervousness around Vita with the huff and puff of being a working mother. Exhaling because she'd just driven so fast to see her daughter again. Needing to lean against because she'd been working with equipment at a funny angle. "She's picking up some really nasty stuff from pre-school. You think terrible twos and then suddenly, hey mom can I fight Freddie?"

#undecadent #thread; vita winslet