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LEO WALKER. 60, artist manager at atlas artist agency. keanu reeves.
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DANIEL “DANNY” MEI. 28, bobarista at dream bubble. wen junhui.
elio hadn’t heard of the squeeze test, actually. he never went to the market with his mom—too busy surfing—and by the time he moved out, he was missing enough years of know-how that he didn’t think it would be wise to try and brave the stalls on his own. “what’s that?” he asks, hoarding every bit of information he was presented with, doing his best to commit them to memory so he can call upon them later. the final reminder draws a laugh, causes him to pause where he’d been trying out the squeeze test; and he shakes his head, amused, a kiwi in each hand. “that would be a mess.” he ends up selecting a few—just four, to start—and holds them up with a smile. “i think these are okay? thanks for the help, mister.” it felt a little strange, addressing the stranger that way, but elio had a feeling that ‘ahjussi’ would be even worse. and then, because he just can’t help himself, he leans in closer to try and get a look at what the other was doing. “what are you getting, mister? do you come here a lot? you seem to know a lot about fruit.”
“we don’t want to make a mess out of kiwis at the stall, no.” a chuckle left his mouth. to be fair, if leo had made a mess, he would be so embarrassed and would’ve cleaned it up himself. he came here so much that he couldn’t help himself every time food was in the picture; a must by! a fruit addict if you ask around. “if they’re not too soft and you feel that they’re okay, then they most likely are — and you’re welcome, kid.” there was an emphasis on kid because being referred as mister threw him off. clearly, kaleo wasn’t as young as he used to be. a sixty year old, to be precise. he tilted his head to the side, thinking. “please, call me leo if you’d like. i am always here for the fruit, not so much the veggies, although sometimes... but yeah, once or twice a week visits. what about you?”
jaekyung arrives with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder and a grin wide enough to convince everyone he passes that he’s happy to be here. whether he’s trying to convince them or himself, he’s not entirely sure. he’s been hitting the gym 3 times a week— there’s no real reason for him to need the extra cardio. but a change of pace sounds good… at least, until he remembers one tiny little detail. he’s not a terrible swimmer, promise. well actually— let’s just say he does better on land.
the sharp scent of chlorine hits the moment he enters the pool area. “guess who’s back?” he announces to no one in particular. nevermind that he’s never actually been there before.
it was a rare sight to see daniel mei at the recreation center, but he kind of needed a new atmosphere — so to speak — since he had the day off. he was aimlessly wandering around the center, not knowing what the hell to do. with a gym bag in hand and the most random stuff thrown into it, many glances were being thrown in the direction of the pool, so why not?
he didn’t like chlorine pools at all; he hated them actually, but what could go wrong? danny couldn’t stand the smell, but the second he dunked his head underwater... he wasn’t delighted, to say the least. “huh,” his hearing was a tad bit muffled. “welcome back, i suppose,” to be fair, this was his first time here, and he went along with it anyway.
“are you sure you still want to go out tonight? i know you’ve had a stressful day…” vivienne began, turning back to lay sight on her husband, an empathetic look gracing her features. date night or not, it didn’t matter where they were; all the dark haired woman wanted and needed was him, the location didn’t matter to her in the slightest.
rounding the corner of their walk-in wardrobe, clad in her silk robe, she walked over to where kaleo sat, holding out her hands for him to take. “we could order take-out, raid the wine cellar… maybe watch a movie?” as much as she adored their lavish nights out, simply relaxing at home with her man never got old.
leo endearingly looked at vivienne, his sight never leaving her despite her back being turned on him and the empathetic look she gave him after. the tiredness unmistakable on his face after an especially long, stressful day — but who knew managing artists felt like parenting? no matter what could be spoken about leo, but he indeed was a soft man for his woman. “up to you, my love. it’s fine with me either way.”
vivienne held out her hands for him to take, and that’s when he quietly stood up and took them in his. “take-out does sound lovely... raiding the wine cellar too — might as well... plus a movie?” with every single pause, the man couldn’t help but be intrigued. there was a pondered look on his features; leo felt like he was being spoiled. “i think that sounds better,” he rubbed the back of her hands with his thumbs, moving his hands to cup her face. “you can stay in that robe of yours and i’ll stay in my night clothes; it’ll be like a sleepover.” he remarked, a chuckle leaving his lips after. “i’ll make it up to you, i promise.”
“oh—oh, no. i'm completely sober.” shiloh was well aware of the kind of people who usually found themselves at tim and jay’s at this hour: half-drunk regulars nursing the last dregs of their regret with cheap coffee. alcoholics, mostly. men with faces crumpled like discarded newspapers, women with smudged lipstick and last night’s mistakes still clinging to their skin.
but shiloh? he tooootally was above all that. he hadn't touched alcohol in weeks, not since he started taking soul cycling classes and decided he actually liked waking up in the morning without feeling like his brain had been wrung out like a dishcloth. “i don't drink alcohol anymore—that shit's nasty,” he said, as if he hadn't spent years indulging in the same vices he now turned his nose up at. “i usually wake up at four in the morning,” he added, like a fucking badge of honour, “have breakfast at around five.”
daniel wasn’t entirely awake, and safe to say, he didn’t know what the fuck he was doing at tim and jay’s at FIVE o’clock in the morning. a hummed tune escaped from his mouth every time shiloh spoke ... and there was a high probability that he wasn’t paying attention to whatever he was saying — in one ear and out the other. he nodded, taking a bite of his food. “so that’s why i’m here?”
maybe this was meant to happen. though that could be the delirium making its presence known, because who the fuck does this and why was it so normal for shiloh? daniel had a difficult time believing it. huh. “you don’t drink alcohol anymore?” weird but okay. he remembered shiloh walking into dream bubble with a different person, and it happened often. no, he wasn’t imagining it. “well,” he takes out his wallet and takes out a twenty dollar bill. yeah, he still used cash, so what. “here’s this to cover my food,” he leaves it on the table for shiloh, “because i’m going home.”
she tried not to stare, but she knows the menu could be a little overwhelming. rosie hesitates only briefly before turning to the other, punching the top of her aquatic boba ( 120% sugar, extra jellyfish, less ice ) before she speaks. “ is this your first time ?? ” she takes a quick sip, head tilted in question. “ they have a lot of choices, but i buy the same thing every single time. their aquatic boba is really good, and it’s super cute too. see ?? ” she lifts her cup, brings it closer to the other’s line of sight. “ i always ask for extra jellyfish. ”
aging truly has its bittersweet moments — yup! leo is, in fact, a sixty year old man; reaching his seniority. he’s five years away from officially becoming a part of the senior citizen community. oh, the joys. he made his bi-weekly visits to dream bubble, or whenever he thought of boba... or when he’s dehydrated... or is desiring something tasty. “no, actually,” leo was just indecisive. “but like you said, they have a lot of choices.” he crouched down to take a closer look at the young woman’s cup, only a little, and hummed. “jellyfish? what’s that?” okay, maybe he didn’t come often and asked a pretty dumb query. “i’m assuming it’s the jelly,” he mumbled under his breath. “you’re right; it’s super cute.”
"god, i look so fit tonight, even after starting work at six a.m." she exclaimed to herself as she looked at herself in her front facing camera. running her fingers through her hair, ellinore sighed and put her phone face down on the table before leaning in closer to the other. "no rest for the wicked, right? and they most definitely need me there because not all bad pr is 'good', contrary to popular belief. people can be such... nuisances." that was her putting it politely. eyes averted towards the music set up which was currently not being used. "do you think they do open mics here? don't want to toot my own horn but i can carry a tune. don't get me wrong though, definitely not one for a career in it." although she didn't let it shoe all the time, words hurt ella and she couldn't subject herself to the constant scrutiny. she was fine to be in the background as long as she could be loud in her own way.
for someone that didn’t like to drink, daniel sure enjoyed a cocktail every now and then. his body doesn’t handle liquor too well though, but in terms of hanging out with a friend, he’d take that RISK on his life. danny had sat next to ellinore; it hadn’t been long since he made his presence known. he was surprised that she was somehow still standing. a chuckle escaped him as she leaned closer to him, “no rest for the wicked? sure, if you want to pass out, go ahead i guess.” does ellinore know she’s not — oh... wait... she’s a pr manager. — daniel continued, “you’re correct about people being nuisances. i sometimes have to deal with them at dream bubble.” he shook his head, then looked over at the music set in the bar, shrugging his shoulders. “i don’t know; why don’t you go ask, and i’ll give it a shot with you? as long as the windows don’t shatter then you will be PEACHY ... or we’ll... depending if i sing with you or not.” just by the thought, there was a teasing tone to his voice with a brow quirked up in amusement.
"ohhh..." for a moment, robin's eyes glanced wildly between his phone, leo, and the clock on the wall. "it's dumb. it's so dumb, but basically, uh..." reluctantly, he showed leo the photo of a silver woman with incredibly long hair, glowing white eyes, and an evil grin. "it says here that this lady was gonna show up at 2 pm if i didn't repost. well, i didn't repost because it's stupid, but..." he sighed. "i guess, even though i know it's bullshit, i've been waiting for 2 pm to be over."
truly, he expected something a little more scarier than a silver woman with incredibly long hair, glowing white eyes and an evil grin — the grin, however, was a little eerie for the old man. it definitely had something to do with the teeth... and the eyes. one hundred percent. there wasn’t an hint of DISMAY shown on his face, but leo’s brows furrowed in confusion. “so you’re telling me you believe this ... shit,” for lack of a better; he tried coming up with a better term but it wasn’t coming to him at lightning speed. that’s what age does to you. “well, kiddo, now you know it didn’t actually do anything. it’s all just TRASHY click-baiting, or whatever.” leo placed a reassuring hand on his arm. nope, he wasn’t tech-savvy nor did he know what youngsters say nowadays.
"okay, so, this is gonna sound stupid as fuck. but please don't judge me." robin hangs his head down slightly. "are you easily scared?" he glances at his phone screen, which displays an image of a supposed supernatural entity — clearly photoshopped, but still unsettling to look at — and decides not to show the other person. "sorry, that wasn't the question. do you believe in supernatural stuff? ghosts, vampires, that kind of thing?"
“i’m not easily scared, no.” strange but his attention had been caught like a fish. keep going, leo thinks to himself. “ghosts? sure. vampires? nope,” the man shook his head, his lips thinning to a straight line. “not really — i think that would bring a lot of trouble, but who really knows?” kaleo didn’t know how to justify his answer ... but with the way the young man hid his phone screen only caused him to be more curious. “the universe is quite grand, don’t you think?” he suspected that the kid was genuinely creeped out by something. “were you thinkin’ of showing me somethin’?”
✧ 𓂅 closed for @notbythemccn ( leo & xochitl ) , leo's place
she got the recipe so wrong . even with her father on the phone doing his best to talk her through it , something went wrong along the way . the armarillos were too fried , somehow too tart instead of sweet . she thought seasme oil would be a good substitute for vegetable oil . weren't all oils the same ? if she was lucky , maybe leo would just be so overwhelmed with joy from seeing his god daughter that he'd completely ignore the fact that she was a terrible cook . " think we should save my dish for last . " she announced as she walked in . his place was like a second home to her , so she brushed right past to the kitchen . " good ol' dad talked me through it so if you have any issues with it make sure to call him personally and let him know he's an awful cook . " she took a few tentative steps towards him , her arms slightly stretched in front of her . all those years she spent knowing him and she still wasn't sure how to ask for a hug .
it came as no surprise that xochitl would visit; leo had lost count how many times he’d opened the door and she’d sneak through the threshold — his goddaughter was always welcomed, and of course, the couple gladly received her into their residence. “why, did it not work out too well?” kaleo was curious because how bad could it really be? leo was positive that he’d enjoy anything that would be given to him. yeah, he happily accepts food like a happy raccoon. at this point, there was no need to assure her to make herself at home, or he’d start sounding like a broken record. he made sure it would be a safe haven for xochitl — she knew that, or that’s what he hopes she knows. after everything the narvaez family went through, leo made sure that his goddaughter could make an escape from peering eyes and pesky whispers. he abhorred the fact that her mom — if she deserves to be called that — skipped town. what kind of parent does that? he followed her into the kitchen, “you’re not poisoning me, are you? i eat just about anything and everything, but i’ll give your pops a call if it’s disappointing and give him an earful.” he winked foolishly, not trying to dissuade her from believing so. a smile appeared when she stretched her arms out for a HUG; he was picturing the little girl he’d known for years. “when you were little, you asked for hugs like this. glad you didn’t change for little old me.” leo wrapped his arms around her, embracing her in a tight squeeze.
the junction isn’t quite as intimidating as elio thought it would be, but as someone who persists on instant ramen more often than he cares to admit, he’s still a little out of his depth. “excuse me,” he asks, turning to the only other person poring through the produce at this particular stall, “this is a little embarrassing, but—how can you tell the difference between a good kiwi and a bad one?”
“what’s up?” leo looks at the young man with a quirked brow, curious about his query. oh. “nope, no need to be embarrassed—have you heard about the squeeze test?” he’d spent too much time at the flea market to the point he knew what was ripe and overripe — but exactly how much produce can one person buy? was there a limit? “all you have to know is that if you give it a slight squeeze ... or if it has that sweet, fruity aroma, then it’s perfect to come home with ya.” he continues to clear his throat. “but don’t, like, do it too hard to the point where your finger pokes through the skin.”
( keanu reeves, cis man, he/him ) is that kaleo “leo” walker, the 60 year-old manager at atlas artist agency? they’re pretty philanthropic, but people have told me they could be argumentative as well. they kinda remind me of carry on wayward son by kansas, probably because of the whole devoted family man, a retired actor, and a leather jacket paired with jeans vibe they’ve got going for them. they live in westwood, but you can probably find them at junction flea market if you wanted to chat. out of everyone i know, i’d say they’re the most likely to forget their keys in the car. say what you want about them, but they’re an angeleno through and through. ( frankie, she/her, 28, cst )
given name — kaleo esmund walker
nickname — leo
age — 60 years old
date of birth — january 12th, 1965
zodiac sign — capricorn
place of birth — honolulu, hawaii
hometown — undetermined
orientation — demisexual and demiromantic
gender and pronouns — cis man, he/him
nationality — american
ethnicity — chinese hawaiian and british (white)
religion — atheist
languages spoken — english, spanish, and hawaiian
relationship status — happily married to vivienne li
current location — los angeles, california
occupation — manager at atlas artist agency
financial status — wealthy
father was in the us air force and mother was a nurse—that’s how they met, and VOILÀ! kaleo was born (and raised) as a hawaiian native. a military brat. moved around a lot. long story short, he did decently well during school. struggled but managed. he didn’t graduate though—ged certificate. it’s something, right? did not bother going to college, so leo is street-smart. low-key book smart because he reads. me? not so much. knowledge is power lol.
moved to los angeles to pursue a career in acting, and it was not fucking easy. yup, he was successful and made a name for himself. but, you know, people in the industry are ruthless and he wasn’t having it so kaleo slowly backed away from the public eye. 100% was in a relationship and then married the love of his life, vivienne li, during that time. no one knew about the man for 5-10 years & in the meantime, he became a manager at atlas artist agency—mostly wanting to help the younger generation pursue a career and guide them on the right path; he’s not an opportunist, and would never do anything to be untrustworthy. tbf leo doesn’t have a bad bone in his body... not a bit of toxic masculinity in sight. far too good for this world.
on an indefinite hiatus from his acting career though. doesn’t think he’ll ever get back into the game since he prefers to stay away from the limelight—i’m kind of obsessed with the john wick saga, so i don’t know—he loves his job as a manager so he takes pride in it. he likes to think he would die/take a bullet for his client(s)... unless his patience is being tested, then i can’t help you there. encouraging af ; it has something to do with the fact that he’s a devoted family man/dad. 👍🏻 will gladly take anyone under his wing... but don’t kill him. calm, soft-spoken, will not raise his voice unless he has to. not your typical, resident asshole.
if you see someone tall af wearing a leather jacket and jeans, then that could very well be leo—it’s his signature look. also known for leaving his keys in the car. yup, it has happened more times than leo can count... i forgot his negative trait is not absent-minded but bro’s 60 y/o.
hippie-like(?)
PSA: I LOWKEY GIVE UP. leo isn’t entirely fleshed out yet since he’s my newest muse, but please love this old man if you can. please come plot with me - thank you, bye. ♡