KINGDOM / CONQUER.

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[ofphilcps]

ofxemmett:

“Look, I’m obviously not who you think I am. Never in my life have I used tinder or grinder or whatever you just mentioned so I’m sorry to disappoint. Either your date stood you up or they tricked you, and again, I’m sorry. Should be a federal offense but it’s not.” It was an awkward place to be in. Just because he had been alone, sitting at a bar, and looked somewhat like someone else? It was the most ironic turn of events. “You look distraught enough and hey, I’m a good guy sometimes. If you want,  I’ll keep you company until your date arrives.”

“Date? Oh wow. That’s so cute, if I wanted to have a date I’d just scroll down the list of chicks and hunks I met in Rio this January. Let me tell you, gorgeous jawlines, right? Bright eyes, can will you to go kaching for extra hours together with ‘em and a few more ---- assets. No, sweets, I thought you were the cook I was supposed to meet for some good old brainstorming.” Phillip ran his index finger and thumb along his jaw. “Though I’d say you aren’t bad looking at all. Certainly could make my waiting more tolerable just by looking at that face of yours. Pick your poison, it’s on me.”

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fire-and-bronze:

“Last I checked, you’re doing most of the talking. And secondly, if you can’t do it yourself then I’m not gonna fucking bother.” She folded her arms over her chest. “Twenty-four. Give or take. How do you think I should be acting, out of curiosity? Do you expect women to immediately follow your orders with a smile and their shirts off?”

He waved off most of the woman’s barking and pointed to her folded arms. “Look at that, you’re throwing a tantrum like a six year old. Need me to get a mirror? I’ll do that for you. Gladly.” Phillip continued with a laugh. “Not like this, definitely. Did you just pull out your woman card out of nowhere to defend yourself? Like your last statement sounds awfully off context, so random. Honey, I treat everyone exactly like this. It’s nothing to do with gender.  Get your head out of your ass, you aren’t special and you sound as ignorant as a child with their diaper in a bunch.” 

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fire-and-bronze:

She glared at him. “OK now you’re trying to be a condescending prick. You don’t get to boss around randos off the street like you’re the king or something, got it?” She considered him a moment. “How old do you think I am, exactly? I haven’t had a ‘boy issue’ since I was five.”

“Sweetheart, I am a condescending prick. I’ve gone way past the phase of trying and I’m not the only one. That guy over there is poisoning people with his stuff and something needs to be done. Got it?” He parroted. “Twelve. Fourteen. Fifteen, at most. You certainly do yap like a tween.”

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queenskaren:

Karen was once again appointed as a guard and told to make sure that no one would go off the rails during the bonfire party. It was annoying here to see so many people around but the money was good so it was an offer she couldn’t refuse. As she strutted around, she noticed something amiss was happening and she decided to follow the suspicious person. “Hey. What in the fuck do you think you’re doing? Get back here.”

“I’m trying to have a great time. Obviously this place is so coated with teenagers and I’m trying my best not to overpush my stress button. So lo behold, I’m having a drink and potentially going into the deep sea.” Phillip responded, shrugging his shoulders. He had always been careless. “What are you doing hot stuff? Ruining people’s fun?”  

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desert-rain:

Hattan blanched. “I…what the fuck are you smoking?” he asked. “First of all, if not for me he’d have bashed your face in. Second of all I’m not the coward. You are, trying to get some stranger off the street to do your dirty work for you.” He folded his arms across his chest. “Thirdly, the word you want is ‘bodyguard’, and it’s my decision to have him around, anyway.”

“Hold up. Hold up. Why don’t we run that sentence again since obviously you have some sort of eleven year old-type of comprehension, right? If not for me he’d have bashed your face. If not for me he’d have bashed your face in. If that’s your attempt to sound heroic, you need a lot of work. I’m certain you and I are the ones having beef here so why, exactly do we have to involve him? Least I asked, your buddy just went straight to tossing me off of you.”  Phillip quipped with a shrug. “Bodyguard, oooh, frightening. I have two. Mark and Jeffrey, nice dudes, a bit sloppy. Left them at home since I didn’t need anyone watching over me while I was just having a walk. Does he handle your fight? Get your sippy cups? I’m jelly.”

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fckhough:

“what? are you serious?” gabriel asks with his eyebrows arched up to meet his forehead wrinkles, the agent had to hold back his response and flip the man over after the physical touch. it’s not like he doesn’t enjoy being touched but the motion was so abrupt he had to hold back years of combative reaction. “i had one yesterday. it was fine and i complimented him. i’m not going to backtrack.” 

“Never been this serious my entire life. This is an absolute rare moment which I’d recommend you cherish for the rest of yours.” He raised his brows. “I had one this afternoon and it was god awful. You need some assistance? Yin-yang angel and the devil coming up to him? Good cop, bad cop? We can do that.”

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princessleiakurkovic:

“You sure hate my school for someone who doesn’t go there. I mean, you’re not wrong, but still. I don’t drink coffee, but I do hate creme brulee. The french make such good deserts and yet they make that.”

“I loathe school in general. The system is getting worse and worse. How much longer until the big ole graduation? It’ll either be the best or worst moment of your life, depends on your view on well, life. Correct.  Petit gâteau triumphs over any french desserts though I’m relieved they don’t serve those here. They’ll ruin the whole thing.”

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eleanor--perez:

Eleanor was happy to see the crotchety old man and until he man-handled her. Normally, she would’ve gotten a lot more angry and defensive but it was just Phillip and honestly, she didn’t think he knew any better than to act like that. “And what exactly are you digging out of your pocket? Are you going to pay me? Exactly how much is passing on a dumb ass complaint worth to you?” She’d met Phillip her freshman year. Some of her older friends who were art majors had a show at his gallery and when she met him, she thought he was just a mean, angry man–and he was, at least from what Ellie had seen. But he had his moments–this wasn’t one of them, though. “Phillip, there’s an ice cream cart practically on every street corner. Why can’t you just go get ice cream from someone else?”

“I’m about to pul out my pen so you and I can brainstorm the things we’ll say to that ice cream boy over there. I knew you weren’t just going to agree with me, Perez. You’re a hardass woman which I respect but I really need to deliver this guy the message. Short, quick and straightforward so maybe this time he’ll learn.”

He pulled out the pen and then a paper from the inside of his jacket, his notepad. “You get what I’m saying? I own a restaurant and this is how I run my bussiness. Leaving him alone would only prompt him to resume his lethargy. This is a small pinch, flick to his wrist. It’ll do him good.”  He finished and didn’t wait around for her answer. “So. Should we go with harsh or sassy?” 

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finneganinqueens:

Finn was a bit startled at the sudden pull. People generally moved out of his way on the street due to his size. It seemed bold that someone would grab his shirt. One glance resolved his confusion. It was Philip. Philip from the bar that one time. Finn’s blue eyes settled on the man and widened as he took in the friendly suggestion. “Philip, Jesus Christ man, I’m not going to do that. Leave them a bad Yelp review or something.” Finn shook his head, but his eyes flashed to Philip’s shirt pocket. 

Phillip quickly retracted his hand. He might act like a douchesack but he knew exactly when to stop when someone as big armed as Finnegan was involved. Physical quarrels with him would bring nothing good ---------- not to mention a waste of his time. “Hey. I could use a little bit of entertainment today. Yelp isn’t going to do anything to satiate it.” He said, pulling out his leather wallet. “I’ll get you a drink after. You and me. Some great booze and quality time.”

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kellan-routh:

“No. The fuck, man?” Kellan didn’t hesitate to pull his arm away and give the man a deep scowl. He was not and would never be one to be ordered around like he was someone else’s pet. “Why don’t you do it yourself, you prissy boy? You ain’t gonna get me to do shit out of the fucking blue like that. What, you scared of that ice cream or somethin’? Walking up to me and demanding me around just like that, ridiculous. Learn to get some fucking manners first.” 

“Okay, bring it back. If you for a second think that acting all enraged and tough over an easy as pie requisition is going to make me leash my desire to roast that piss poor ice cream booth over there then my god, you’ll get nothing coming out for you. Store all you energy and blast it toward those who deserve it. Aka Mr. Ice Cream over there and not me.

--- Good? Now take a deep breath and be buddies with me instead. We can either critique him together or stay here quipping all day. Come on. Be smart.” 

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desert-rain:

Omar closed in about the same time this what’s-his-name grabbed Hattan by the shirt and pulled him off. Hattan shook himself free and held up a hand, so that Omar didn’t go too far off the handle. He still hovered close by, in case this guy wanted to try anything else funny. “I just remembered why I have a bodyguard,” he said, half to himself. “Why don’t you just write a review on Yelp or whatever?” he asked the man. “You don’t have to accost random strangers to get them to help you with…”

Phillip was shocked by the physical defense for a second. “Holy jeez, tell your nanny to tone it down next time, will you? This is just.. this is just embarrassing.” He didn’t need a lapdog around even if he was one of the most well known owners around here. “Why don’t we just go up and there and have a face to face? What’s up with the world these days, people are so blinded by cowardice that they can’t even do a proper conversation or in this case complaining anymore. It’s better to just get things settled right here.” 

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fire-and-bronze:

Talia confessed, her first impulse was to slug the guy. No, she reminded herself. Assault bad. Assault bad. Even so, she shook his hands off her shirt. “Are you fucking insane?” she asked. And then she heard him out. “…You are fucking insane, apparently. Why the hell can’t you do it yourself?”

Quick reaction. Definitely jerky. Wonders why. Not his bussiness. He smiled as if what he had just done was a trivial matter. “Wow, let’s give it all for the most attentive individual on Earth. Didn’t you listen to what I said? No? I’m too old and therefor un-fun to you? Nevermind, kid. Let’s just forget about my order. You alright? Spacing out? Boys issues?”

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flynn-davidson:

Flynn was completely minding his own business when he felt another pair of hands on him. How rude could a person be? Especially if they didn’t know the human they were grabbing. Flynn staggered back a tad, repositioning himself. “You think if they won’t listen to you then they’ll listen to me?” He scoffed with a mix of a chuckle. “Do you do this to everyone? Make other people do your bidding? Is that normal for you?” He cocked up a curious brow.

“Right, buddy. Where should I start? You have that slick early 2000′s Westlife ‘do, blinding teeth, giving me those charming bedroom eyes and pristine as hell get up like Jesus fuck me, you look like a walking bowtie. See a hot young man around and they’re gonna start calling you daddy in their heads and listen to whatever the heck you say.” Phillip commented bluntly. “No. You’re one of the chosen ones amongst all of these city goers, of course. Which is why you need to do this. Don’t disappoint me, chop-chop!” He continued on while patting his back.

[ofphilcps]

“Alright, hey. Look; I need you to do me a favor,” Phillip was pulling aside the other person by their top, not even hiding his abrupt and unequivocal advance. His other hand went into his breast pocket, fishing for something. “Walk to that ice cream van over there and tell them their stuff are absolute abomination. Bought their cookie dough ice cream, it tasted like a dog with diarrhea just pooped in my mouth. They won’t listen to me if I go up there myself. Idiots. Back an old pal up on this one, will you?” 

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princessleiakurkovic:

“No, you’re right, I’m not listening to you. I’m running on four hours of sleep because of my homework. It’s driving me insane. I promise, I’ll listen now. Tell me all about what just happened to you or whatever you were talking about.”

“Something a lot more important than that indolence excuse of a school, for sure. I was telling you the weather looked quite breezy today and how some spanking espresso could kick that drownsiness pronto. Unless of course, caffeine isn’t your thing. In that case I would suggest listening to my short rant about how horrifying this creme brulee is.”

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zacharyconnor:

the coffee shop was too packed for his liking, but zack barely had sufficient time this morning to look for another one. he would have to go to the office in about two hours yet his migraine was killing him from the inside. he tried to move around as rapidly as he could with a tall cup of latte in his hand, alas he had been a second too late. all seats were taken except for one and much as he dreaded it, he knew he would most likely to have share the table. slowly, he approached with a careful smile on his face. “i’m sorry to bother you. is this seat taken?”

Phillip’s fingers were intertwined tight, surveying the crowd that meant but a clean pile of earnings to the man. To see him blending with them was quite the unique sight, his purpose unpredicable even to his own employees. In reality he wanted to perceive things from a costumer’s perspective. He desired to be more aware of their every move and perhaps disclose potential flaws as if they were a bunch of mechanical toys. It would be safe to assume Phillip was the outgoing type of guy but that didn’t imply lack of oversight; If anything, he was a perfectionist and wanted his bussiness to run as smoothly as possible. The man tsk-ed under his breath, “Yeah? Yes, yes. Sure. By all means take a seat, dear.” He waved his hand, his voice gruff. “Busy ‘noon, eh? Gonna keep going on like this ‘til eight, earliest, unless some random bucka-go decides to order something big and juicy, then you’ll have to be stuck with me ‘til that’s all done.”