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[ text: dria 😈 ]

dria: lmao

dria: does he even know who u are?

dria: not surprised u want my sloppy seconds tho

ana: wow the bitch jumped out

ana: everyone in this town knows who i am

ana: please, does he even think of you as anything ?

ana: i doubt it

#txt #[dria]

wolfgang.

Lobo sighed dramatically. He had been born into a gangbangers and he still had enough class to talk about art. He liked fine art and classical music, though he did prefer a cheap beer to any fancy shit they usually tried to offer him. “I mean, are you some kind of prodigy? Otherwise, I think Monet has got you beat.” He continued to look at the painting, ignoring the girl. “I take it you don’t come here often?”

“who?” she said, narrowing her eyebrows. “uh no, not really. my mother is giving me shit about not taking my painting lessons ‘seriously’ so i’m here for the day to...observe, i guess.” the man didn’t look particularly fancy, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t still have money. “you seem to know a lot about all this stuff. are you an art dealer or something,” she asked as she gazed up at him.

#th #[lobo]

[ text: dria 😈 ]

ana: so like

ana: on a scale from 1-10 how mad would you be if i made out with kit

ana: i mean you guys aren't dating so he's fair game right?

#txt #[dria]

professionalfigureskater

#[and im so eligible]

cierra.

It paid to have rich friends. It was almost as good as having money for herself again. Almost. Nothing would ever beat having a black card of her own again. “I made sure. There’s at least four,” she said. “Also, one of the guys has a British accent.”

ana flashed her friend a smile, “oh thank god, i don’t know how it would keep my attention otherwise. and the accent is a huge plus.” she laughed as they made their way to the entrance. “so what have you been up to? besides movie research, apparently.”

#th #[cierra]

wolfgang.

Lobo was at the Apple Peak Institute, staring at a lovely Monet when someone caught his attention next to him. He grinned crookedly. “Enjoying the art?”

“not particularly,” ariana responded. “i mean what is this even supposed to be, a stack of hay? what’s the point? i’m certain i could paint something twice as good, but no one would ever appreciate it,” she whined. she then turned to see the asker of the question, noticing it to be none other than a very handsome man. she immediately resorted to batting her eyelashes. “but it’s lovely, i suppose.”

#th #[lobo]

cierra.

Cierra arrived at the Apple Peak cinema and turned to the passenger of her cute little BMW, a relic from her past life as a a rich girl. For a while, it had also been her home. “You are paying for snacks, just so you know, and we are most definitely watching a rom com.”

“don’t i always,” she smiled, flicking the black card between her fingers and into the other girl’s view - funds courtesy of her mother. “does it have a hot lead? you know i require like three shirtless scenes minimum,” her hand clicked open the handle on the door and her high-heeled feet touched the parking lot of the movie theatre.

#th #[cierra]

👖 = What fabric of clothing does your muse prefer? Silk, cotton, etc.

“anything designer and pink!”