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I'm Slater. 'sup?

#ooc

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What's up!

Human life!?

Thanks, Slater, that really means a lot! It is fucking creepy! It's never this quiet here ,except for now. But at least I have you to talk to!

And I'm a fuckin' psycho so good luck.

My mom finished her short story today!

Yeah, like I told you a while ago my mom also has depression so something like this really makes her happy and really get her through hard times. Plus I love my mom and I’m always happy when one of her stories gets published. I know, what the hell happened?! Did everyone get abducted by aliens?

Yeah, I hear ya, bruh. I'm glad you're both happy, ya dig? I don't know, man, I don't know but it's fuckin' creepy. We live in Brooklyn. When is it ever this quiet in Brooklyn?

My mom finished her short story today!

Great! Nothing much, just smoking a few cigarettes while re-reading my mom’s short story. What about you?

Must be really proud, huh? I'm doing aight... fuckin' bored. It's been deadass silent, man.

My mom finished her short story today!

Yeah, you should! When you finish reading it let me know what you thought of it.

Will do, bruh. 'sides that, what's good, Char?

On The Flipside | Slater

Eli listened. He was always good at listening and even though Slater wasn’t facing him he kept glancing back over his shoulder in an attempt to include him still. It was nice to be honest. He was perfectly content with watching Slater’s hands fly about as he talked with huge enthusiasm for the little place he’d managed to find while Eli himself tried desperately to not let his mouth salivate too much considering drooling everywhere when going out to eat was sadly quite unattractive. He almost felt bad for betraying the Red Dragon so quickly, yet there wasn’t much he could have done- not much more anyway. He could have quite possibly been their only revenue so for that he let it slide. Eli decided he’d try and chide himself later with a stomach full of heaven. That was the only part of this place that he couldn’t yet prove- the quality and taste of their food. Only it wasn’t actually the best quality stuff that Eli liked most, a little grease was more than acceptable and as long as it was neat he didn’t mind. What he couldn’t stand was ridiculously tiny portions for stuff that tasted too nice and too clean to be New York takeout. On the opposite end of the spectrum was the microwaved-probably-came-out-of-a-freezer-after-a-few-years crap that was sloppy and had no flavour at all.

Damn he needed to get his noodle on. Seemingly only a few moments after they’d set off Slater veered off toward the place in question and Eli peered up at it “Mhm, sure sounds like it” he murmured vaguely and ducked in when Slater held open the door “Thanks” he muttered quietly as the warmth of the place hit him in the face. Then the smell. He watched Slater’s familiarity with the joint with earnest and smiled, his ears and nose pink from the cold. He copied what the 17 year old in front of him did, picking up a lovely warm plate and staring down at everything the place had to offer. He quickly located his chicken chow mein with bean sprouts, then taking it upon himself to grab a couple of egg rolls that Slater suggested. He turned on the spot when he’d finally finished piling up his plate, two chopsticks drowning in a sea of food and soy sauce.

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Slater had a chunk of General Tso's already speared through, wrapping his lips around it as he pulled it from the chopstick barely halfway up the stairs he was leading Eli. He'd taught himself how to use chopsticks at a young age convinced he could capture a fly in midair between two after watching too many kung fu movies and though he was never able to capture that fly, he was proud to admit he was one of the only out of his circle that could successfully use the utensils. Even if he got lazy and stabbed pieces he couldn't grasp. Slater let out a satisfied groan, another lazy smile stretched across his lips as he chewed. It'd been a while since he'd gotten stoned enough to actually enjoy eating this much- a little too long. He sat down at a table in the corner, his mind registering that the place was empty other than the woman at the cash register downstairs. Typical Friday for an undiscovered jewel.

"Might not be much considering ya just broke up with your other place, but it's a good rebound." Slater scooped up a bundle of noodles, thinking momentarily of the place Violet loved that had closed down. Wherever that place was that was bound to be excellent- though Slater would defend to his deathbed that Foo Garden was superior to any establishment in every way imaginable. His blue eyes flicked up to Mr. V, his tongue running along his lip to catch the stray dab of sauce as he offered him a smile. "You do anything fun today, bruh? Besides Calculus, because" an amused little grin "shit ain't fun."

#Para: Eli

Slater and me!

#self

My mom finished her short story today!

Thanks Slater! My mom, Tabitha, is really a talented writer.

I should probably go pick up a copy and read it then, huh?

My mom finished her short story today!

Her short story is about zombies and it’s going to be published in the local literary magazine!

Damn, congratulations mama Charlie.

On The Flipside | Slater

The stupid smile on Slater’s face made Eli twitch his lips upward nervously, he raked a hand back through his hair the silver band on his left index finger glinting in the Thai food place’s bright lights as the sky above Brooklyn slowly darkened. Eli watched one street light down the block slowly blink into life. He tugged absently on the sleeves of his ridiculously big jumper underneath his coat, it was burgundy and clashed horrifically with his hair tiny little patterns in orange, white and blue threaded across the chest of it and it had a few holes here and there. Nearly all of them made by cigarettes. It was definitely his comfort clothing but how Slater was managing to make him so uncomfortable while wearing it was beyond him. His grin jarred a little “Aha yeah” he smiled instead “I suppose”. He gnawed on his bottom lip, already wanting to bury his hands back in his hair for some kind of purchase on the situation because he honestly felt like he had none. At all.

If anything Eli knew that he’d be fed well. Slater was a genuine Brooklyn guy and even though Eli’d been around NY for a good 8 years he knew that it’d be nothing compared to someone Brooklyn, born and bred. He himself came from New Jersey, although not that far from the city itself was considerably quieter and homier. And boring. But Eli was bad for that, he hardly had any back up places considering as with everything he was always stuck in his old ways. He barely managed to listen to anything other than the music he’d liked back in College or maybe even High School. He’d always had the same apartment, better cheaper places became available but the hassle of moving and the big burn of a dropped iron on the linoleum in the kitchen (he was definitely not getting his deposit back) spurred him to stay. Eli liked familiarity and routine and he was pretty sure his body was so used to being sustained on Chinese food and pizza he’d rupture something if he ever dared to even try to cook anything. “I’ll hold you to that” he smiled and tilted his head as he followed behind the brunette, weaving through the crowd at a thoroughly New Yorkan pace.