she'll be right mate

twenty five // witch // patto bell wannabe air bender and reluctant fortune teller

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hokuspocus‌:

She tried so hard, so desperately hard to focus upon Patto, and his safety, and dull all of the agonizing emotions rushing through her system, She had to, she had to fight every tear, every collapsing nerve, every mortifying thought, in order to keep calm and focus on the part that her best friend was home, without any evident physical trace of torture. They had promised each other to never keep secrets and never lie to one another, no matter what. And so, she kept the promise, and knew that she had to tell him what had happened.

“Dominik’s dead.” She blurt the words out, and once she did; a loud, high pitched noise pierced her ears and her eyes locked upon the wall across from the couch she sat on, as if in a trance; her limbs were frozen, her heart barely functioning, the look upon her face gave no hints of sorrow, or despair, it was stone cold, “Pass me the vodka bottle, please.” She turned to her best friend, the tone of her voice completely monotone, lacking any kind of emotion, her eyes refusing to lock upon his, as they stood mare inches from each other, yet he felt so far away, as if she was all alone, lost at sea. 

He couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath, and for a moment he just let the room fall silent. “Shit.” Face falling, he rocked back and forth on his feet for a moment. Vodka was not the best coping mechanism, he knew, but his insides were crumbling and he wasn’t sure he was strong enough to be the crutch she needed right now. Turning on his heel quickly, he moved for the vodka, before turning back to go sit with Haylee. 

“I’m so sorry, I don’t even really know what to say. That’s fucked. I feel like we should at least hug, or something, before we drink? Alcoholism comes second, and all.” He opened his arms slowly, bottle still clung in one hand, allowing Haylee to make the first move if she wanted. If she just wanted to drink, he wasn’t going to stop her. He wasn’t going to encourage terrible coping skills either, though. 

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tomthewitch‌:

“It’s not talking down, it’s stating the truth,” Thomas informed the other as he kicked trash out of the way on his way to the TV. It was one of those box screens from the 90′s that still needed the bunny ears to catch signals. Cable? Not a luxury he afforded, and yet Thomas was still quite current on shows and movies going on today. That was the expertise of a leech. “Nah, I’m not like that.. I mean, yeah I’ll handle it myself but I don’t want people to fuck off– being lonely sucks, man.” This was followed by a laugh, but the witch was serious there. There wasn’t much that he had in this world, so perhaps that was why he preferred to glob onto those who would allow him to annoy with his presence. 

“God, are we already breaking up? I haven’t even gotten a chance to be a terrible boyfriend yet,” throwing this over his shoulder in a cheeky manner as he went to one knee in front of the outdated entertainment system. Honestly, this stuff looked like it could have easily been picked from the trashcan. Thomas had definitely dumpster dived once or twice in his life, so what? Some people threw out some decent stuff for no good reason at all. 

“Can’t believe you don’t know what Ren and Stimpy is,” saying this while he slid a worn VHS into the tape player. Thomas had to spent a moment hunting for the remote– it was found under a molding cup that once had egg drop soup in it maybe four weeks ago. “It’s the best cartoon ever. These laboratory rats are actually geniuses and every night they concoct a different plan to try and take over the world.” Hitting rewind (because he’d watched these episodes many times), the male backed up until his bum felt the couch and he sat at the edge of it. “You’ll enjoy it.” And if he didn’t, well.. Too fucking bad? He was limited in what there was to offer here. Pressing play, Thomas set the remote aside and got to his feet once more. He plucked a worn leather jacket from the kitchen counter and came back to toss it over Patroclus like a blanket, before resuming his seat at the edge. 

“It is in fact, actually negative self talk, my dude. It bad. No good.” Patto shook his head slowly, before his mouth split open with a yawn. “I’m a professional. Don’t argue with me. Like, fifty fuckin’ grand for postgrad dude, I know what’s good.” The vowels were starting to stretch beyond reasonable lengths. 

“Lucky for you I’m pretty much like, the least fussiest person, ever. If I can eat my own cooking, I could handle you.” He paused, absentmindedly making a popping noise with his lips. “And yeah, I get whatcha mean. It’s good to be independent but friends are good too. It’s hard when you’re all alone, sometmes.” There was a quiet, at least from Patto, as he mournfully thought about his own very empty home. Then, the world tilted slightly, and he moved on. 

“You mean like pinky and the brain? What the fuck is this even, what the fuck. Bro. Why would they make two, a whole two, seperate, different, shows, about genius rats who want to take over the world every night? Why, god?” Patto actually managed to get himself upright, squinting his best at the tv. Everything was still a little blurry though. “I am excited though, even though I’m still, like, what the fuck. You know?” There was more off kilter nodding, and more squinting, this time at the jacket, before Patto slowly continued his word vomit. “Thank you, for this,” He gestured helpfully at the jacket.”-but, aren’t you cold? Sit with meee, that’s the whole point.” Patto leaned forwards, then stopped, almost curling back in on himself under the makeshift blanket. “Unless you don’t want too, that’s cool too. Sorry.” 

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“Hey, sorry, ‘scuse me, are you Amber?” Patto winced slightly as he tapped her on the shoulder, praying to god that it was actually her. He had asked another lady, earlier, and she had given him the dirtiest look, before proceeding to ignore him. 

He wanted to know if there was any mention of his family, of any other Bells. His dad was from here, and Patto wanted to find him, or at least, find out about him, if he could. There was also his glaring lack of knowledge about the town in general, and all that Clave nonsense. The more he could find out about who kidnapped him, the better. Hopefully, talking to Amber would be a win win.  

“I was told to come ask you about the local history of this town? Do you have a sec right now, or I can come back later? Or just fuck off, also, if you don’t want to be bothered.” @amberhorne

[rosabellemoretti]

A smile spread on Rosa’s lips as she made herself comfortable on the blanket she had laid out on the grass. Though fully aware of what had gone down at the ball, she chose to ignore it, at least for the moment. Tried to shut down and out the fear she felt over the situation, just as she shut out any other emotion she had that wasn’t contentment. it was just easier to live that way, when you couldn’t feel too much. Her brothers had taken a different approach so she had left them in the house, bottle of wine, package of cookies, and blanket in hand as she made her way to the park. Despite the disaster, the sun was still shining and she intended to make the most of it. 

She had just opened the bottle of wine and was beginning to take her first sip when her eyes met another. Rosabelle took her long sip before offering a friendly smile. “What can I say? It’s never too early in the day for some wine. Care to join me?” she asked. This was easy for her, pretending that everything was fine. It was her preferred way to be.

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The park had become someone to escape to, somewhere to feel the wind and the sun and where he would be able to see anyone who could hurt him from ages away. Just walking off his hangover, begin one with nature. And apparently now, interrupting people’s picnics. 

 "Time is just made up anyway, right?” He shrugged, with a big grin, carefully lowering himself onto the blanket. “Unfortunately I don’t have anything as nice to share, but I do have some last resort protein bars and some lollies, that are actually pretty lit.” He beamed, pulling his own small offerings out. “Love your set up by the way.”

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tomthewitch‌:

“Poor guy– you chose the one person people won’t care about,” Thomas laughed at the thought. “But hey, if you were in the game fishing for those good feel comments for them to reiterate how much better you can do than raggedy Thomas Scheffer, then you made the perfect choice.” That’s exactly what would happen if their little escapade wound up on anyone else’s lips, anyway. Thomas wasn’t even upset the truth. “You got me there, I do love the drama.” 

Indeed, the witch was drawn to complicated messes like some moth to a flame. Nevermind the fact he was one himself.

Patroclus had definitely reached a spot of just a little too drunk. Once you got to that point, walking by yourself suddenly became harder and you started spitting out things that were fresh on mind. Jury was out if he would even recall any of it in the morning. Thomas supported the male’s weight as best he could, keeping the bottle down by his side as they walked. Well, more like stumbled, in the direction of his apartment. 

“Do I?” His brows coming up a bit. Patroclus would probably be sorely disappointed in that regard. At least, he would if he was expecting something nice and half-decent. “Have a little faith in me, Patty,” Thomas told him, “I’ll get you there. I’ve spent the night in a ditch before–” many times, actually, “and it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.” Neither was his home, but it was probably better than a ditch somewhere. 

Pretty much dragging Patroclus up the sidewalk at this point, approaching a dilapidated building that had several apartments jammed together. Luckily for them, the security door to get inside was broken– he only had to kick it open and frog-march the man through a narrow hallway. A bum was curled up and facing the wall, but lifted his head to look over at them as they passed. “Hey Charlie,” addressing the man, before finally pausing in front of A5. Thomas moved the bottle to his other hand so he could start patting himself down, trying to remember where his key was, before finally tugging it out of his back pocket. Once he got the door open, it caught on the trash that littered his floor and once more, the witch put boot to door in order to push it wide. “Home sweet home,” he sing-sang, moving Patroclus inside and navigating him through the debris. Unconcerned that he lived in a pig sty, but at least the sofa (which was suffered from rips and dubious stains), was mostly clear aside from an empty can of beer he slapped off. 

“There ya go,” saying this to Patroclus as he helped the other onto the couch, which was where Thomas happened to sleep. It was a shitty studio apartment, so everything was basically right there in the living room. “How ‘bout some cartoons? I got some Ren and Stimpy recorded.” 

“Hey now, don’t down talk my friend like that. Fuckin’ rude, aye?” He laughed softly, but he wasn’t joking. “Don’t think I’d made the rounds in the town chin waggin’ anyway, I only hang out with like, two other people. Oh wait, and you, I guess now. And Mikey, so that’s four. Still.” Not even Patto himself could tell what he was trying to say at this point. 

“Yeah, you definitely give off very ‘I’ll do it myself and you should fuck off’ vibes. In a good way though. I dunno if bachelor pad was the right word, but I think you can excuse it. My brain is kind of, pudding, right now.” A laugh prompted another stumble, and even after he was upright again the world was still spinning. 

“I’m sorry you’ve had to spend the night in a ditch, it does sound shit. And, I do have faith in you, but I’m a dumb ass and definitely was a bit too keen. Ya know, it’s-” He was cut off by his own giggling for a moment. A breath. “It’s not you, it’s me.” 

Most of his effort was starting to go towards walking, and his words finally trailed off. Just keeping his feet in a roughly forwards pattern was hard enough. Doubly so when looking down just made the world spin a little bit more. The state of disrepair was noticeable, but Patto was mostly excited to see inside still. Patto himself owned his own home, well, he was on the way to doing so anyway, and had only really seen apartment complexes like this on american TV. He waved to the man in the hallway, nearly losing his step in the process, before Thomas finally got them into the apartment. 

“Thank you so much, you are the best man.” Patto nodded, very slowly, as he sank down in the couch, eyes slowly drifting over all the clutter. Almost a direct contrast with Patto’s house, which was still pretty fucking empty. “I don’t know what that is but yes please. Anything complicated will melt me right now.”

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hokuspocus‌:

Once her red rimmed eyes fell upon the male, it felt as if at least a decent amount of the weight upon her shoulders was finally lifted; seeing him, alive and well, with her own two eyes caused for a wave of sheer relief to wash over her. Surely, at this moment, life had never felt more bittersweet. A loved one lost, and another found; a mixture of emotions coursed through her frame, as she found herself pulled into his embrace, her arms wrapping around him as tightly as she could. It wasn’t much, but it conveyed all the care she felt for him. Without saying a word, she followed him into the car, and so the silence between them continued for quite some time before they finally arrived. He’s been through so much already, perhaps it was best if they kept quiet for a while, just being there for each other would be enough. 

She was well aware that her distress was evident, and as much as she tried to hide it, he could see right through her; pretending was not an option, but if anything, she’d always try not to burden him. When they arrived, she kept her hand in his, only letting go once they were already inside his apartment. “You have alcohol here, right?”

The urge to keep silent did not strike Patto often, but he found himself staying quiet for almost the whole drive, only breaking his silence to thank the uber driver. What really could he say anyway? He didn’t even know what had happened, but something else clearly had. God he hoped nobody had died. 

“Yeah, thank god.” He walked slowly towards the kitchen, not wanting to let her out of his sight. Even though he might not make a spectacle of it, Haylee was one of the few people he felt truly safe around. And he didn’t want to let her to his sight right now. Even after all this time, it felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest. Every noise was amplified. Every shadow that drifted across the window was a hand, an arm, something laying in wait. To take him again. Hopefully the alcohol would numb the looming paranoia, rather than leave him feeling vulnerable. “You feeling like vodka, or wine?”

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Text || Patto

Julia: Did something happen at the actual ball?

Julia: Yeah, exactly. I don't even want to acknowledge that it happened.

Patto: I think so? I reckon lots of shit went down at once.

Patto: Same. I just hate thinking about it. Which probably isn't ideal, but it's just too much right now.

Patto: It's hard because it feels like the worst thing happened, and at the same time almost nothing. I dunno.

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danielle-onthego‌:

She was sitting on his couch, with a bottle of water in her hand. She’d been drinking enough and she thought maybe this was the place where she could not drink. After all, there was a talk coming and they weren’t going to avoid it. “I think maybe you need cooking classes? Or concentration ones?” She asked as a smile played on her lips. “You know, if I didn’t expect this, I wouldn’t have called a place on the way over. They’ll be here in a few, and it’s on me.” She rolled her eyes. “But really, think about some courses, otherwise you’ll burn this place to a crisp.” Dani was patting the place next to her, for him to sit. “Patto, we gotta have the talk.” It wasn’t something that she wanted to, but it was weighing on her. She’d seen him be taken away and she kept having flashbacks, or was it nightmares? She’d never been so worried.

“Probably both, I’d reckon.” Although he laughed, there was an undercurrent of something darker. Being so on edge all the time had been ruining his concentration, because all he could think about was if there was someone in his house, someone around the corner, someone waiting to grab him. It never ended. “Lucky one of has has their shit together aye? Well, at least some of it, anyway.” He joked, dropping unceremoniously next to her. His grin fell as she continued to speak, and he could feel his blood throbbing in his veins. Feel his heart thumping in his chest. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to talk about him. “Talk about what, exactly? A lot of shit is fucked right now.” 

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“Okay look, it’s not my fault I forgot the pizza in the oven okay? I set a timer this time!” Patto was whining, bottom lip wobbling as he paused for a moment. “I just, you know. Forgot to start it. But I was almost there!” This is why he never hosted, shit like this always happened. Burning the food, or missing an ingredient, or something. Maybe it was better to just start calling the takeout places from the get go. 

“The only good places that deliver are the pizza place, or, oh wait, no, it’s only the pizza place. They do pasta too though? I’ll pay if you answer the door when it gets here?” @danielle-onthego

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tomthewitch‌:

“Let’s go with mates.” Thomas’ lips pursed together to prevent a smug sort of look, because while it could certainly mean ‘friends/pals/buds’, there was another connotation to the word as well. Blue eyes dropped to the bottle that Patroclus was waving around, one he had clearly already started on who knew how long ago– the male couldn’t quite sit still at the moment. As his gaze lifted back to the other males, his urge to smile no longer had to be suppressed. Part of him highly doubted Patroclus was a sad or lonely person. In Thomas’ experience, a person who was truly sad and lonely would never actually admit to being so openly. 

Take himself, for instance. It wasn’t part of his business he would share, unless he felt like being sarcastic. Even though he knew little about Patroclus yet, he certainly gave the impression of being well-loved, as if he had a slew of people who would stand behind him. Or in front, if need be. But– Thomas wasn’t unreasonable, and figured he could always be wrong, so offered him the benefit of the doubt since he had no reason to believe otherwise.

Reaching out, Thomas took the bottle from the man so he could take a healthy swig for himself. This was a first, actually. He’d never had someone approach him and ask to be petted or– whatever the hell it was Patroclus was aiming for.. It was obvious that, despite how much he was joking about it, this kidnapping thing that the kid went through had gotten to him far more than he was probably wanting to let on. Again, though, Thomas was only making assumptions. “That’s such a scandalous request, Pat, I can’t believe you propositioned me like this,” he said with a shake of the head, just messing with the other. “You are a bit fucked but, give me a few and I’ll be right there with you,” he murmured, saying this as he took another swig. “I’m just around the corner here,” Thomas said with a nod in that direction, figuring it wasn’t any big deal to keep Patroclus’ mind off things tonight. 

He hesitated a moment, mostly to give himself a chance to mentally put up that wall which would keep out any ugly snapshots of Patroclus’ past traumas (if there were any), before slinging an arm over the male’s shoulder and walking him that direction. Sometimes, Thomas could never be too careful when touching others but so long as he was prepared, things were fine. At least he hadn’t seen any crazy entities in the last day, or so he thought.

What little embarrassment that bloomed would be felt by morning Patto, along with a stunning hangover. For now, night Patto would blame the red flush of his cheeks on the generous self serve of alcohol, rather than his future shame. 

“What can I say, this town needs some new gossip I think, and who am I-” There was a noise behind them, and a few seconds too late, Patto’s head was spinning, trying to find the noise. No luck. The pause lengthened, before he cut off his paranoid thoughts with a shake of his head. “Sorry, who am I to deny the masses? Love us a bit of drama.” He laughed softly. The drinking had slowed the racing of his heart but that didn’t mean he couldn’t feel the fear anymore. “Yeaaaah, love gettin’ maggoted with other people. With mates,” He couldn’t help but laugh, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively, before taking a confidently lop-sided step forward. 

“Lead the way.” Slowly, his arm curled around Thomas’ back, finding comfort in the simple warmth of another person. Or maybe it was the warmth of the drink. Back in Australia, he would crawl back home whenever he got like this. He was a fair bit older than his three younger siblings, and they would climb all over him and, after he made sure they knew who was boss, the four of them would sprawl out across the couch together and fight over what movie to watch. They were the ones he missed the most. 

It wasn’t like there wasn’t people he loved here. Haylee, Dani, and Mikey were all very important people in his life, but they didn’t have any sort of regular casual bonding time. Get togethers mostly consisted of bitching, and drinks. Don’t get him wrong, Patto loved a good drink. And some good gossip. But sometimes you just wanna put your head in someone’s lap and do nothing for a few hours, and just talk about the most minor shit. No thoughts involved. 

“You really strike me as having a very bachelor pad type house, you know? I’m excited to see, though. Hope we can-” He was cut off but a stumble, grinning stupidly as he righted himself. Mostly. “-me, hopefully I, me, can make it there. I think I was a bit to keen for the pres.”

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“Look, man, here’s the deal. We’re-” He gestured with the bottle between himself, and the other man. “-friends, right? Pals? Buds?” Patto wriggled his eyebrows, unable to stop the outpouring of words.”Well, I have a proposal, for a kind of, exchange, I guess. I have the alcohol,” He swirled the bottle around with a broad grin, eyes wrinkling and gums showing. “-and I’m highkey super sad and lonely, so I thought, hey, you know why makes me feel better-” His own giggles interrupted his rambling. “-when people pat my hair, you know? And I remembered you are nice, and like a good drink, so if I split this with you could you just let me awkwardly invade your personal space for a little while, before I go and sleep this meltdown off?” 

There was a pause as he wobbled on the spot, before continuing to speak, suddenly much more timid. Maybe this wasn’t his best idea. “If that’s not cool though, it’s totally fine, we can just drink together. Or something. I’m a bit fucked right now, honestly. Sorry for just fucking rocking up like this.” @tomthewitch

[hokuspocus]

@patroclusbell

Keep it together. You have to keep it together. For Patto. She kept repeating over and over again in her head, like a mantra with every step she took closer to his location. If anyone was to see her right now, they would send her straight to the loony bin; the right side of her head had stopped bleeding, yet the wound was making her lightheaded, cousing her to lose her balance now and then, her dress was completely torn apart and muddy, bruises covered parts of her bare shoulders and collarbone. She couldn’t care less about her injuries, to her they were almost non existent, they were consequences that could heal and she could forget about them soon enough, while there was something greater that was beginning to dig a hole in her heart. Her mind was spinning out of control, one part of her tried to keep it all together, and the other one was crumbling down with the news she had received. She was almost in denial, shaking her head rapidly at the words she heard her best friend say, those damn words that scarred her every fiber, that shook her to the core. She kept on moving, not stopping for a second, until she reached the place and called a car to pick them up. Her entire frame was shaking, her teeth picking on her nails until they turned bloody, her eyes focused upon the front door of the place, desperately awaiting for her friend to show up. 

[patroclusbell-blog]

His hosts had been lovely, saving him from kidnapping and all, but Patto had never been happier to get out of somewhere in his whole life. All he wanted was to go home, curl up with his dog, and stay there forever. Waving his goodbyes with a strained smile, he walked solidly, pushing through the pain in his ankle for the speed, for haste. 

Until he saw Haylee. His heart broke with hers, even if he didn’t know why. Patto chose not to ask, just approaching her with a sad smile. Carefully, he wrapped himself around her for a moment, before guiding her into the car, and directing the driver to his house. Thank god for uber. Gently, he wrapped one of her hands in his, the other curling around her shoulder as the car sped through eerily empty roads. However long it took, he was going to make sure she was okay. No matter how much he was hurting, she was going to come first. With a goal to focus on, maybe he would be able to handle his own shit, with the energy he didn’t have. Or maybe not. At least one of them would be okay. Or maybe not. 

[lxttlebutterfly]

@patroclusbell

It had been a few days since the events of the blood moon and Chou was simply returning to his life as it had been; he’d not mentioned his killing to his mother, if only to try and stem her worry and they’d instead spent the time sparring with one another or wandering around the town together, offering help where it was needed. 

Now things were slightly quieted, Chou figured he could return to the forest and see how the collection boxes he’d left had been doing. With the blood moon gone his usual large illusory butterfly flapped a few paces ahead of him and he was getting close the edge of the town when he spotted a familiar face directly in his path, otherwise he likely wouldn’t have stopped, so he addressed him, “You’re the man from the ball, the one who spoke oddly,” he said again with that blunt politeness, “It’s good to see you survived the events.” 

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“Jesus, all people ever remember is the voice. I have a face, and even a brain too you know?” He could only muster the weakest laugh, smiling very softly at the other man. It felt like that was all he was sometimes, a bit of a joke. 

“Kidding, kidding. I’m glad you made it too, that shit was fucking messed up. The shit I saw in the hospital, I hope I never have to see anything like that again.” Teeth grinding, he winced at his own words. Was there really a need for so much detail? Barely acquaintances didn’t want to hear about your person trauma, jesus. Blood slowly made it’s way to his cheeks, heart beating rapidly. “Was everything okay for you? Did you get hurt? Glad to see you got your butterfly back though.”  

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Text || Patto

Julia: I haven't slept, either. I think I'm going to call in sick for work.

Julia: Everything feels slow, and I don't feel like I'm me anymore.

Julia: Like... there's this woman called Julia who was kidnapped in the Blood Moon, and I'm just watching her.

Patto: That's fair enough, shit's rough. They're calling in heaps of people to the hospital otherwise I would be joining you.

Patto: Yeah, after traumatic events it can be like you need to drift away, or something.

Patto: I just don't feel anything really right now. Kind of in the same distant way though. It's awful but at the same time feelings also sound awful right now.

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tomthewitch‌:

“It’s for the side of the road,” Thomas said, though he really could give a rats ass over what should be the correct form or not. It was purely him goading more responses from this person so he could enjoy himself further just by listening to him. “I mean, sidewalk works better than a footpath to me– least sidewalk has a designated meaning and is common sense,” he argued in return, suppressing a smile at how the other male seemed to be so riled up about this simple thing. Thomas could relate, though. Sometimes, the smallest fucking thing could just cause him to fly off the handle and then the next moment, he was perfectly fine again and careless of what had caused the issue in the first place. Depended, really. “I’m ashamed to only be learning of this phrase now in life– thirty-three years wasted,” he sighed heavily, but with a smile, tucking away the ‘dilligaf’ phrase because he was definitely going to start using that. Should be his motto or something. “Are you calling me a bland piece of soap? I’m not even sure if that’s an insult or what.. At least I smell nice–” here he shrugged and lifted the edge of his collar to sniff at his clothes and give a nod. “Could be worse.” Yep, that’s what he had for that. “I just wanted to hear your crazy ass swears and shit,” he informed the other, since Patto appeared confused of the request in the first place. “I’ve heard plenty of accents from all over the world and I enjoy them all. They never get old. But I guess I never stopped to pay too close attention to all the batshit stuff coming out.”

“That’s so fucking stupid and I hate it.” Head shaking slowly, Patto hoped his crossed arms and small frown radiated disappointment. Surely Thomas could just ignore his smile for a moment. The back and forth was fun, surprisingly. “Thirty three? Yeah, that’s a long time wasted without being able to put a dilligaf bumper sticker on your car and bond with randoms over it.” Patto was only twenty five, even just thirty seemed light a light year away. “It’s just an expression, you know? Like all soap looks the same, all people look the same, so basically, all shit is the same shit, ya know?” He shrugged repeatedly, braying out his laughter. “I could tell.” Could he though? Could he really? He decided it was best to just pretend like he did. “I’m glad you’ve found something to be passionate about, I guess. Less enjoy being taken advantage of for my accent but I’ll take what I can get, you know. Dialects are messy, but also fucking wicked.” 

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danielle-onthego‌:

“If I didn’t know you any better, I’d say you were uncomfortable because I am a girl.” She grinned. “ But since I do know you, it’s just because I am so much stronger than you. And hey, maybe I am just as strong as a human?” She asked as she bent her arm, in the means to show her non-existent muscle. “Look at that, you’re going to be ruined, witch of Salem.” Dani moved to touch his arm, which was indeed, rock solid. But she only rolled her eyes as she positioned herself on the seat. “Bring it on, cowboy. It’s going to be your one and only chance to show off.” She said as she put her elbow on the table, her hand waiting for his. 

“You are the only person who beats me consistently at arm wrestling, I must avenge myself.” He couldn’t help the laughter the squeezed it way out of his mouth, in short snorts, no matter how much he wanted to keep it in. “I don’t think I’ve seen, or even heard of, you working out. I work out heaps, like, I probably use the gym shower more than my own. Hot attempt though.” He nodded, before his nose wrinkled and his brow furrowed. “Witch of Melbourne, thank you very much. And I am going to relish this until I die, just so you know. I will never let this go.” His elbow slowly rested on the table, his other hand flattened against the surface nearby. “You ready?”

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minaxfitzgerald‌:

“Thank you,” she said with a nod as she looked at the decor. It does look like something from a fairy tale, and she felt like Cinderella before it ended. “Well it’s my first time and I’ve never moved before. I love it in my new place-I got room for my books and my things, and on top of that no annoying siblings.” She loved her brother and sister dearly, but good lord she can’t be around them anymore.

“Holy shit, that sounds sweet as,” Patto nodded along slowly, eyes drooping shut for a moment before they were squeezed open by his grin. He had only ever moved once, into Hollow Grove. “Yeah, siblings really are just, like that. Love the, but want them gone at the same time, ya know? I would kill for them, but I also will kill them.”