“oh well, if you need a hand with anything, i’ll definitely lend one. do you have any requests or should i just pick blindly? but yeah, i mean, who could? only a monster, some criminal, for sure.”
“I’ll be sure to let you know, yeah! Requests? Just so long as it’s edible and beach friendly, it’ll be fine. Only some sort of heathen would turn down free food. surely.”
“do you ever fully intend on leaving a place to get productive things done but instead you lay on the sand for an hour reading gordon ramsay tweets as he roasts the users who send them pictures of their cooking? ‘cause that’s a mood for me today.”
“All the damn time. Except switch reading his tweets to watching Kitchen Nightmares and Hotel Hell. That’s so much more fun. I normally get pizza too.”
“Your girl is here and she just got her hair did.” Cue the mandatory angel face and the fluttering eyelashes to try and aid her search for compliments. “What do you think?”
“Years later and she’s still trying to get better hair than me. It’s never gonna work, babe.” he laughed softly and smiled at her. “It does look good, though.”
‘ i’ve said it before, and i’ll say it again–– ’ she pauses mid-speech to take a sip of her coke, gesturing vaguely at her half-eaten mcdonald’s meal with a fry clutched between her fingers. ‘ i don’t see why people love this so much. ’ maybe it’s because processed food had never been a part of her diet growing up, but beck remembers how underwhelming her first big mac had been. ‘ i mean, it doesn’t taste bad or anything, and i have to give it points for affordability, but my final verdict ? meh. ’
“I... I actually feel personally attacked. McDonald’s was sent to us from the heavens. If you’re not going to finish that off, I sure will.”
Good evening, guys! Well, at least it’s evening in England. I’m Rachel, and I’m super excited to get things started here! It’s been a hot minute since I was last in a good group on here, and I can’t wait to get right into it again!
( MICHAEL CLIFFORD, 25, HE/HIM, MUSE D, WE’RE A BAND ) ━ looks like THE SKATER BOY of Cayo just rolled in. you know, SAMSON BARTOSZ. they are a BARISTA at STARLIGHT CAFE and word has it they’re KIND, CARING AND COMPASSIONATE. the MALE is often seen SKATING or hanging by THE BEACH. I guess it shouldn’t be a surprise that he WAS IN PRISON FOR SELLING DRUGS TO SOMEONE WHO THEN DIED but that may be just another rumor. ━ Rachel, England GMT, She/Her
TW: drugs, death
Here are some of the bullet points about his life.
He was born and raised in Seattle, Washington.
His parents are Polish, but they moved to America for more opportunities.
He had a good upbringing and got on well with both parents.
He moved out of his parents’ house when he was 16 and moved in with a friend, only for his friend to move out a few months later.
He started to sell drugs alongside his other job at the local coffee shop to help him afford his rent.
One of his customers died not long after getting some drugs from him and he was later arrested on suspicion of the man’s murder, but got released after a lack of evidence (Maxi knows about this, but nobody else).
He met Maxi after she arrived in Seattle and the two lived together until they moved to Cayo together when they were 23.
He is a great guitarist, vocalist and pianist.
He likes to think he’s as punk as Maxi, but he’s pop-punk at most.