❝ i don’t know - y’think it’s a good idea ? ❞ olive toned digits skimmed over her cotton fabric tee in attempt to distract herself, and avert from meeting the individuals eye. ❝ it’s not really my kind of thing. don’t even think i’ll be remotely good at it either. ❞ d o u b t was prominent in the melodious voice. a flaw that she had picked up since the beginning of grade school, to continuously belittle herself into much less than what she is truly capable of.
“ of course it’s a good idea , i came up with it. ” now , noel was definitely giving himself way too much credit –– koleen shouldn’t trust him , though there was a chance charming smile and smooth words made it so she did. “ think you’ll be fine , princess , besides , i’ll be RIGHT there the only time. ” sly tone coats his words , running a hand through messy locks as he tries to con her into the task. “ c’mon , you’re gonna be fine , PROMISE. ”
“Listen, the best part of my night is hands down remembering that it’s takeout night. Chicken Lo Mein makes anyones night better.” He was struggling to carry the bags, his skateboard, and the open container of noodles, but he was managing. “I’ll give you a bite if you wouldn’t mind helping me out?”
now , it wasn’t that noel didn’t care ––– it was just , well , he didn’t really care. he’s really minding his own business , watching the other struggle and , of course , he has to be asked for help. “ don’t really think some shitty chicken lo mein is worst wasting my own time. ” he speaks back , voice lacking any emotion at all. “ unless it’s from lee’s a few blocks down. then it’s worth it. ”
“ mercury’s in retrograde . ” tim quips , tossing the remnants of the apple juice she’d sucked down into the nearest garbage can . she’s never believed in astrology , but she likes to reference it out of irony as often as she can . noel’s misfortune had been her perfect opportunity . “ you need supermodel arms like mine . ” plopping down to her knees , she sticks a sparsely tattooed arm through the machine’s opening , hooking it upwards so she can yank his water out . it’s crumpled , sure . but still drinkable . “ accusing people of staring at you isn’t cute , you know . presumptuous assholes never prosper . ” she stands , presenting the bottle as if it was a thousand dollar bottle of moët instead of something he could’ve gotten from the tap for free .
“ whatever the fuck THAT means , tim. ” if you asked noel , he’s actually glad it’s her and not anyone else who happened to be walking by , but he would never say that to her face. “ are you saying i’m not capable of being a supermodel ?? i’m fucking offended , asshole. i’m beautiful and i have a supermodel body in my heart , so fuck off. ” he chuckles softly , eyebrows raising as he watches her little snatch a water bottle from the vending machine. “ shit , alright , thief. ” he takes the water from her before he laughs , shrugging his shoulders gently. “ don’t need to prosper , just want to drink some fucking water and call it a god damn day. and , besides , don’t need basic statistics to confirm that i’m cute. i’m all fully self-aware , but thanks for being concerned. AND ... you were staring , so ... liars never prosper either , i guess. ”
to say the very LEAST , it had been a r o u g h afternoon for noel flores. FIRST , the walk to work included nearly being obliterated by a pigeon. NEXT , work just generally sucked , though that was common , he had hoped work would at least be smooth. LAST , well , all he wanted was a damn water from the vending machine before working out , and of course the machine just has to steal his dollar. maybe it’s not a BIG deal , but he was absolutely over this day. “ jesus fucking ––– i’m sure i deserve karma , but what the fuck is happening today ?! ” his foot lifts , landing a loud THUD against the machine , to no avail. “ piece of fucking ––– ” he realizes that all him kicking the machine did was catch the eye of whoever had been passing by. “ don’t think STARING is going to help anyone in this situation. ” his tone was soft , but laced with annoyance.
i keep gettin my chars mixed up bc i usually play froy real soft n sweet so the lil fucker that is noel is throwing me OFF but ne way .... i love y’all come plot w/ me n the boys if u haven’t <3
howdy , pals ! i’m admin c and this is baby number one , NOEL FLORES , ur local lil jerk. noel is my baby and i love him but hes Annoying as fuck but i hppe u love him too :( anyway pls enjoy and hmu if u wanna plot with noel or my other boy , nic !
froy gutierrez. cis male. he/him. one. * / oh , i just saw noel flores coming out of apt. #1610 if you were looking for them! the twenty-one year old is a college student + barista and i heard they’re a leo which makes total sense. if you can’t find their room , just listen for me & ur ghost by blackbear ; i heard they’re obsessed. \ * admin c. 21+. she/her. est.
BASICS :
full name : noel angel flores.
occupation : barista , psychology major.
style : button up shirts , polos , Fuckboy kinda lookin outfits
personality : closed off , a lil shit , u think hes joking but hes just mean :/
sexuality : bisexual , biromantic , 10/10 will fuck
BACKGROUND : not really any triggers but there is mention of foster families + abandonment.
noel is from austin , texas and was born to two parents who did Not want this boy because they just weren’t ready for a kid. however ! they tried to raise him anyway and the the age of 8 , noel ended up in the foster system because his parents were deemed unfit
he was put with different foster families and would consistently run away. they tried different group homes, different families, everything they could and noel just couldn’t understand why his parents didn’t want to be good for him.
he struggled a lot growing up , but found a relatively stable family when was he about fifteen. they were a couple who were both foster kids , each left by their respective families.
they had a few other kids and noel actually stayed with them until he was eighteen.
he never really felt like they were his family, but he actually felt comfortable with them. they knew that noel wasn’t going to stay with them, so they helped him move out when he turned eighteen, supporting his move to new york city
recently he got his associated degree and started majoring in psychology , as suggested by his foster family. he still talks to them relatively often , which is surprising for him
works at a coffee shop by the flats to support himself while he goes to college.
he’s generally pretty troubled but covers it up with sarcasm and avoidance.
he can be really , really loving he’s just always been scared to let people in.
has been in a few relationships , all messy as fuck bc he’s messy as fuck :/
CONNECTIONS :
someone he’s known since he moved to the city , maybe they’re close and it kinda scares him
hookups , he’s got a few consistent ones i’m sure
exes ??? but also gimmie an ex that hurt HIM bc i love pain :/
other baristas or locals to the coffee shop he works at
