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thusnarcissuswept‌:

you’ve no idea how lonely i sometimes am pulp kitchen, post-gala open to all !!

Julian was, for once in their life, perfectly content to stay right where they were: smack in the middle of a beautiful sunbeam, leather-clad feet propped up on the windowsill they sat beside. Settled in with a book in hand, they were prepared to spend the afternoon reading in peace. Or rather, leaving everyone else in peace. Within minutes of starting the book, however, that constant inclination toward striking up a conversation with basically anyone crawling into their very bones.

They fought it at first, adjusting in their seat and refocusing on a line of text they had already read three times without absorbing one bit. If someone wants a conversation with you, they’ll approach you, they chided themself. Besides, alone time was supposed to be good for you, right?

Wrong, wrong, definitely wrong. Five minutes later they were out of their seat, heading toward the first person they recognized armed with a smile. At least nobody could say they didn’t try.

“Pardon the interruption, but you look so engrossed it’s hard not to take interest,” they said, almost theatrical in tone. “What are you reading that has you so fascinated?”

There he was, elbow propped up against one of the many tall bookshelves, and nose buried deep within the pages of A Life Decoded. The title alone intrigued him enough to abandon the pile of books he once held in those lanky arms of his, to the spot on the floor beside his feet. They’d been sitting there for the past hour as he flipped through the pages.

Psi recognized the face before him instantly, despite the sunglasses that rested on his nose, a seemingly opaque barrier between his eyes and the outside world.

“No problem at all, old chap!” Like any good reflection, he mimicked the tone of voice offered to him in jest. Player 2 has joined the game. Turning the book over in his hand to peer at the cover, he continued, “I believe this is a tome of the biological kind, my friend. I must say it’s quite interesting!”

#c.julian

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lithiumlegacy‌:

“Yeah, be over after.” Raleigh muttered into the phone, ending the call to Isaiah as he strode toward the bright neon glow of the little Chinese restaurant on the corner. With his phone always on, he kept odd hours and with his odd hours came a strange sleeping and eating cycle. Luckily for him, it seemed that most of Jade District were of the same sort, a number of people still wandering around despite the late hour. Even luckier for him, he didn’t have to spend the night alone - not that it bothered him - but it seemed work was keeping Isaiah up late as well which was how he found himself ordering food for the two of them.

It wasn’t until he was in line at the register with his stomach rumbling unhappily behind one other person that he noticed the other Drug in the restaurant. More like he heard him before he saw him. Lips twitching slightly in amusement, Raleigh looked to the man who had been rapping his finger against the glass of the fish tank. He seemed to be a bit stunned at the comment, blinking owlishly like he couldn’t think of anything to say back. He briefly looked to Raleigh as if asking him.

At this, Raleigh merely shrugged, offering the response. “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you…or some shit like that, right?”

“Peyooote.” Psi tips an imaginary (was it?) hat to the other drug like one old time gunslinger in a sepia spaghetti Western greeting another; despite him feeling more like a technicolor dream of the midnight showing kind. Social circles were great that way, especially for him, who seemed to draw circles all over this fuckin’ city like a toddler with a crayon. One second you’re blitzed by yourself in a hole-in-the-wall eatery, and the next it’s a family reunion. Not that the guy was family, but there’s something to be said for being on familiar terms.

“You a religious boy? I’m not one myself, but I gotta admit there’s a few good bars in the Güd Bük.”

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bridgetloi‌:

The cowfish is staring at her.

He jets across the tank with a burst of speed, surprisingly quick for an animal so… boxy? Plump? Bridget doesn’t know the target weight for a cowfish. She doesn’t know if this one is fat or not, but he’s cute. Very cute.

She taps once. Twice. Like knocking on the door to a house, except a glass one with no privacy, where you get harassed by customers all day.

Perhaps random commenter makes a valid point.

She feels a pang of regret- but, as it is, she’s still drunk.

“-Yeah. I think this one’s, like. Trying to communicate with me. Maybe to tell me to fuck off, but I dunno.” A pause, and Bridget glances back towards the kitchen, eager to sop up the Tanqeray rolling around in her stomach. She sighs. “He’s enigmatic.”

“For real?” Psi creeped from the chair to stand beside her. If this fish was saying anything, he wanted to hear it, too. For whatever reason, the thought of hearing a fish tell him to fuck off, even wordlessly, would have made his entire week.

Psi stared into the water, attention sucked in by the soft rippling of the water’s surface from the bubbling filter in the corner of the tank. Quickly, he locked eyes with the chubby beaut. He was enigmatic. She was enigmatic? Did fish abide by the man-made laws of gender? “Lord.” he sighed, breath fogging up the tank’s glass in all his closeness. “You are magnificent,” he said to the fish.

A clang from the kitchen pulled him from his trance, and he shot right up. One of the most relaxing trances he’d been in in at least a week went FUBAR for a few dropped wontons.

“What’d you get?” he asked her, forgetting entirely what he’d asked for. Did he ask for anything at all?

#c.bridget

ofxgrabba‌:

As he and Psi waited for their food, Donnie was crouched so that he was eye-level with the fish in the tank. They were such strange things, those fish, and the way they darted about across the tank with no real destination in mind really amused him. He wasn’t quite sure if they were really that fun to watch, or if it was Psi’s really good weed that made it so entertaining.

However, what was not entertaining at all was when they just… Stopped. It was like they were moving a mile a minute, ducking behind their little rock hides and popping back out, having little races with each other and then — poof, they’re done. Impatiently, one of Donnie’s fingers extended outwards to tap on the glass; nothing too loud and bothersome, but just enough to get them kicking again. When he heard his friend’s complaint, he shot him a look over his shoulder.

“Bro, their brains are already scrambled; don’t their memories only last a couple seconds anyway?”

“Breh.”

Psi leaned forward onto his acid green Chucks, swaying like bamboo in a breeze until he found his stance. “Don’t you realize how anthra-- Wait, naw... Anthropocentric you sound right now?” He was no Buddhist, but he wasn’t a God, neither. “Who’s to say that second ain’t a lifetime, man? Like,” he trailed off to stare one of the fish dead in it’s big glazed eyes before speaking again. “Look at my dude right here. Boy looks like he’s lived ten lives right now. And you’re just here tappin’ on the glass, rockin’ their world.”

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✘ o p e n location: some lil chinese food joint in the jade district time: whenever. probably late night. like 1am but can be earlier.

He’s in his zone. The smell of grease in the air, a steady film of THC coating the nooks and crannies of his brain, the sound of woks sizzling and a huge fish tank bubbling (salt water, of course, those were quality)---that was al the man needed in life. The only thing that could disturb him is someone tapping against the glass, bothering not only him, but the fish.

In the moment they were one in the same, he and those slippery phylum chordata. He imagined himself in the tank, feeling the soundwaves of the large finger tapping against the glass. He was a fish, and he was bothered.

“Man, don’t you know you ain’t supposed to do that?” he muttered. “You’re, like, scrambling their brains n’ shit.”