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skinrot​:

         “ Why not? ”   The words aren’t his own rather response he’d himself gotten when posing that very question. But his own reluctance is harmless in comparison to Asteria’s. And he can’t help but take offence on the behalf of his mother. 

She can tell by the look on his fae that he's slightly offended, and for a fraction of a milisecond, Asteria actually feels bad. Like she had let her family down in some way or another. But she hadn't. She chewed jer lower lip before nodding her head. "We will try." She puts emphasis on the word try and flashed him a smile that disappeared as quickly as it came.

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skinrot​:

No one’s quick to label Julian Apolskis as attentive. In fact, most would agree on the complete opposite—handing him the assessment of a deficit rather than an overflow. But when it comes to friends and family, he manages the latter. Maybe it’s intuition then. Or maybe his brain goes into overdrive. No matter, he picks up on it. Just as he picks up on Yasmin’s deflection. 

            “ Yeah, I fuck with lasagna. ”   He starts, leaning the chair onto its hind legs.   “ What’s got you acting like, fuckin’… What’s her name? You know, the cooking lady, the one hangs out with Snoop ‘n shit? ”

Yasmin lets out a chuckle at his question, "Martha Stewart?" She grins. She shakes her head, going towards the stove and starting on the sauce. "I've just been feeling really...cooky..chefy lately." She smiles. Living on her own, she eats out a lot and cooking is only left for situations like this; when she's worried or stressed or completely overwhelmed. She glances up at him when he doesn't answer her question, "How are you? What have I missed?" she puts emphasis on you and missed.

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starter for: sienna kinney. / @duststained​

Kensington wasn't listening although she should have been. There was too much on her mind for her to keep her thoughts on one signular topic. She chewed her lower lip, nodding her head as she listened to the other before glancing over at her and letting out a sigh, "Yeah, listen. I'm gonna need you to repeat that because I may or may not have zoned out. I'm sorry," She said with a slight cringe.

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STARTER FOR: julian apolskis. @skinrot​

Cooking for him is weird. The duo usually ate out when they got bored. It's not often that she offers to cook, and she's currently unsure of whether she's fine or if she's completely losing it. Her hand instantly drew up to tug on her earlobe, a nervous habit she developed when her mother got sick. She's sure he'll ask and in a quick attempt to prevent him from doing so, she takes a deep breath in, "So, what's going on with you? What have I missed?" She chews on her lower lip as she looks down at the ingredients she pulled out. "You're cool with lasagna right?"

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          “Purim.” He states, matter of fact, ignoring the tone of her voice—and the obvious apathy towards their extended family. Still follow he does; hands in his pockets, drowsiness in his eyes. “She wants everyone to come this year, now that we’ve all moved out. She’s being kinda pushy about it.”

Asteria pinches the bridge of her nose and lets out a groan, "Everyone? What for?" She scrunches up her nose and sighs then nods her head. "Yeah, sure. I'll check my calendar." She gives him a quick smile. They were her family after all, even if they weren't the closest, nor were they the people she would consider going to for help if she were ever in a bind.

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skinrot​:

He’s not great with kids. At least, that’s what he has himself convinced. But it’s hard to gauge one’s baby talk abilities when they’re never put to any use. A resistant toddler, and it only affirms his beliefs—not a kid person. A nod given to his relative. Suppose she’d be his niece of sorts. He wasn’t sure. 

         “No, I’m… I’m good. Not really a pie person.” Or dessert person. Leaving him to wonder what kinda person he is exactly. “I actually came by ‘cos—well, mom made me.”

She raised an eyebrow when he turned down the pie. Who the hell wasn't a pie person? At the mention of his mom, Asteria let out a snort. "Ok? What's she want?" Family was definitely something she needed to work on but instead she chose to stay in her shop, in her own bubble. Her cleaning became more focused as she waited for him to say what his mother had wanted. "You can follow me if you want," She stated, walking from behind the counter to clean the tables.

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STARTER FOR: julian apolskis. / @skinrot​

Family had not been her strong suit once she returned. She hadn't spent much time with her cousins and although she wanted to change that, she never really made an effort to do so. Getting ready to close up for the day, Asteria had gotten Bella a small slice of pie and a carton of milk in the hopes that it would keep her busy while she cleaned up. Hearing the bell above the door, she scrunched up her nose but was then replaced with a smile when she saw Juli. "Hi. I'm getting ready to close but if you want pie, I can see what hasn't been put away and cut you a slice or two. Bella say hi to Juli." She glanced over at her daughter who was going away at the pie before and shook her head, mumbling an 'I don't wanna'.

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starter for: chelsea czerny. / @holyflamed​

The day dragged at an unbelievably slow pace and she hated it. Usually the day went fast but not today. Bella was in a mood and that made it even worse. She was getting ready to close early to get Bella home and to sleep when she heard the bell over the door and let out a sigh of relief when she looked up and saw Chelsea. "Hey you. Little miss sassy was asking about her favorite person today. What's up?"

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starter for: chelsea. / @flaredguns​

Looking over at the other, it was clear that something was on Chelsea’s mind. Yasmin had half a mind to let it go but she wasn’t sure if it would do any good. “What’s on your mind, buttercup?” She asked, sitting up and tilting her head slightly to look over at the other. “Does it have anything to do with Juli maybe?”

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webspun​:

          “   yeah, with you. who else? i dunno. someplace less suffocating. like, uh — new york. the big city of anonymity.    ”

"you could have had me confused with someone else. new york..i could go for that. it sounds nice. when do you wanna go>?"

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webspun​:

call it an instinct —- of which julian had few -— but he an inkling SOMETHING WAS UP; that there was more to this than what meet the eye… or maybe the weed had finally fried his brain. still, the gut feeling persists, and he goes on.

               “   yeah, same.   ”

more or less. although GOOD was fairly neutral, his current state was more lukewarm than that. he couldn’t remember the last time his mood surpassed good —- intoxicants and drugs excluded.

               “   what do you say we get outta here? go someplace new… like, somewhere outta town. think i need a change of scenery.   ”

he knows her well, and he’s going to know she isn’t being entirely honest with him. that’s something she both enjoys and loathes about their friendship going for so long. “you’re sure?” she questions with a smirk. although how accurate of her to keep her issues and concerns to herself and expect him to tell her things. his next words catch her off guard, though she’s not totally opposed to the suggestion. “out of town? with me?” she questions, raising an eyebrow. “such as where?” it’s a valid question, because yasmin is literally down for anywhere. “i’ll never say no to a change in scenery for a bit.”

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STARTER FOR: sawyer kinney / @webspun​

this is a dumb idea. she’s not sure how the attempt of a conversation with sawyer will go but she sure as hell wants to try. sawyer had been someone else she felt she could call her best friend. then she goes and fucks it up. she knows this conversation can go a variety of different ways; sawyer could hate her, or sawyer could at least decide they can be civil and at the risk of sounding pathetic and needy, yasmin hopes for the latter so she can regain some sort of familiariarity. she’s pacing outside the front door and sighs when it opens, “listen, i’m really not trying to start anything, i just need you to hear me out, ok? please?” she’s not even asking for them to be friends again, but she definitely does not want the feeling of hatred either.

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webspun​:

he’s good at doing NOTHING. days spent often done so with very little on the agenda. he smokes, he goes to work, and he smokes some more. any disruption to this non-routine thus welcomed. as yasmin always would be, too.

          “   you know i’m not that broke.   ”     he argues, gaze ripped from the comics studied.     “   but yeah, sure. i could eat.   ”

spoken as if food wasn’t always on the table for julian apolskis. his appetite big and often, it’s a miracle he doesn’t put on any weight. if his body was to reflect his lifestyle, surely it’d be enough to break his skateboard in two. a pause, brows are drawn.

          “   … you good?   ”

she lets out a laugh and nods her head, “ i figured if you were getting sick of me, i could at least tempt you back with food and since i asked, i should pay, ” she smiles and shrugs her shoulders. his question catches her off guard and she nods her head slowly. she’s not sure what prompted the question; maybe it’s the fact that he knows her all too well ( that would probably call for a break ), or because she’s been staying at his place for the past couple days. maybe it was both. 

 “ what? yeah, i’m good. what about you? ”

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