SUPEROUND.

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WHEN THEY FALL THEN THEY’LL KNOW EACH OTHER. WHEN WE FALL WE MAKE ROOM FOR ANOTHER. WHAT IS THIS? 

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like this for a starter.

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woah bro the last time i was on here was like

shit four months ago whut

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&& . m i s d i i r e c t i o n .

           “I’m not making any promises.” But he says it in jest, laughter a warm tint at the edges of his voice as he reaches to retrieve the bag, a certain, exaggerated carefulness to the action ( though, he isn’t in the habit of breaking things on purpose, however much his track record might suggest otherwise ). “Adrian. You?”

           ❛ Rob. Nice t’meet ya, buddy, ❜ he responds in a non-patronizing tone. It’s only a block or so of a walk before he’s fumbling his keys around again. ❛ Mind openin’ the door ? Got, like, no fuckin’ hands left. ❜

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&& . a s s u r e d o f t h i s .

         ❝ i’m not a local. ❞ nate’s been to enough places that getting the lay of a new town is fairly easy for him — a different state is nothing compared to rolling through a completely foreign country with nothing more than a map he’d bought himself at barnes and noble — but he’s willing to admit when he’s little more than a tourist.  ❝ it takes more than that to hurt me. i’m nate. ❞

             ❛ Rob. ❜ Somewhere in the back of his head he thinks he should probably start giving people his real name if he wants to forge any actual relationships. Then again, he’s trying to keep his body trail to a minimum. A hand extends for the other to shake and he offers a small smile, albeit unpracticed. ❛ Good, y’need a strong spine, place like this. ❜

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&& . a s s u r e d o f t h i s .

        because doing a good thing also requires insults? nate swallows down the frustration, the self-righteousness burning at the tip of his tongue, and instead reaches out to take his wallet, flipping through it — not a reflection on this guy so much as distrust of people in general — before he tucks it in his back pocket.  ❝ thank you. ❞ it’s genuine; a lot of people would have taken the money and forced nate to cancel his cards and get his id reissued. it would have been a lot of work.  ❝ although, for the record—not a shit head. ❞

              ❛ You from here, man ? ❜ Dane scratches the back of his neck, confused for a moment. Granted, he’d been frustrated when he said it, but he doesn’t consider shit head an insult. If anything, it’s an endearment. Half the swears that leave his mouth are too creative to even remotely insult someone.               ❛ Wasn’t trying to hurt your feelings. Ha. And you’re welcome. ❜

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                               BLURRYFACE

                   meme inspired by twenty one pilots’ blurryface. 

“It’s just right now I got a really crazy mind to clean.”

“Gangsters don’t cry.”

“I’m insecure and I care what people think”

“We’re stressed out.”

“Wish we could turn back time to the good ol’ days.”

“I know it’s hard sometimes.”

“I think about the end just way too much.”

“I’d die for you, that’s easy to say.”

“Who would you live for?”

“Who would you die for?”

“I’ve been thinking too much.”

“I’m evil to the core.”

“I know I’m emotional.”

“I’m not evil to the core.”

“Sometimes you gotta bleed to know that you’re alive and have a soul.”

“I’m alive.”

“Here I sit, cursing my government for not using my taxes to fill holes with more cement.”

“They say stay in your lane.”

“Will they be alive tomorrow?”

“ I know a thing or two about pain and darkness.”

“Don’t trust a perfect person and don’t trust a song that’s flawless.”

“I found my way.”

“Wow, I probably should’ve stayed inside my house.”

“Don’t forget about me.”

“You know where I’m coming from.”

“I wanted to be a better brother, better son.”

“I think I lost my halo.”

“We have all learned to kill our dreams.”

“We’ll make money selling your hair.”

“I just wanna know what’s on your mind.”

“I used to say I wanna die before I’m old.”

“I’m wanted and on the run.”

“You are out of my mind.”

“Don’t you test me.”

“ I’m out of my mind.”

“I need your help to take him out.“ 

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&& . a d a t r o x .

                 fingers card through dark hair to pull it away from her face as raynne looks up at him, and then back down, pale eyes FOCUSING on the injury in question.  it takes a moment   ( the hand not cradling her coffee extends, tracing a line through the air just NEAR his skin, without touching )   but then a small shrug lifts one shoulder and the curious digits drop. 

                “   wouldn’t think so.  looks like it’s healing                      clean enough ALREADY, i don’t think i                       would worry.  what the fuck did you DO,                      though ?   ”

               Gently, long fingers prod at his side and along the ragged, red edges of the wound. He took the stitches out a few days ago (thank you, Laura) and he thinks it looks all right. He points to a jagged tangent to the left of it. ❛ That part ? The guy missed at first. When he came back in he really got that kicker. Stabbed me real good; I’m proud’a him. ❜

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&& . m i s d i i r e c t i o n .

           Help is a word that he lacks in his vocabulary, nature less inclined towards caring for the situations of others. A sigh is suppressed when a quick glance confirms that he is, in fact, the person being addressed; makes it difficult to say no when he’s being singled out. “—Sure, I guess. Nothing fragile in it that I should worry about breaking?”

           ❛ Uh, just try your best not to ‘n we’ll take it from there. ❜ He uses his chin to nudge the black boxes into the cradle of his elbow so he can fumble his keys from his pocket. ❛ I’m just up the block so you ain’t gotta walk far. ‘s your name, man ? ❜

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&& . b r u s t e t .

       ❛       —what?      ❜      staring, confused as to why he’d care if he had, in fact, taken her seat ( most people didn’t ), mio takes a h e s i t a n t step forward. she lets out an awkward laugh, hand reaching out to touch his arm, gesturing for him to STOP for a second.      ❛       y'didn’t take my chair. besides, there’s plenty of other places to sit. honestly, don’t worry ‘bout it. please, uh. sit back down?      ❜  

             ❛ Don’t feel right. Take that one ‘n I’ll... find another. Pull it up, maybe ? ❜ A long arm reaches over and tugs a second chair from a neighboring table, but he still doesn’t sit. He took etiquette courses down at Cercidan. James Bond shit, if you ask him and a little unnecessary, but they’re so ingrained in him he refuses to let this pass. 

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&& . a s s u r e d o f t h i s .

        given that he has no interest in responding to insults — he puts up with a lot of shit, he doesn’t have to put up with that — nate slows only when he feels a hand on his shoulder, turning around slowly. he swallows the spike of anger, lets it fizzle out on his tongue, choosing a neutral expression instead.  ❝ can i help you? ❞

             ❛ You dropped your fuckin’ wallet, man, ❜ he hisses, holding said item for the other to take. It’s a good deed and because of that he feels pretty good about himself, but that low tone of frustration can be linked to the pain lancing through his knee. He looks winded and pissed and he shouldn’t.  ❛ Everything’s there. ❜

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             ❛ Wha’s’a--- whuzzat ? What’re those ? ❜ Listen, he comes from a place that’s got a good handle on technology but fuck him up he doesn’t know nothin’ right now. Makes him nervous. He shifts from foot to foot. ❛ Oh, boy. ❜

        & . @ironarmored

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             ❛ Weird fuckin’ question but---- you think I look old ? Shit, I ain’t, I know I ain’t but age is but a number. Or whatever they say. ❜ For the last fifteen minutes he’s been poking and prodding at wrinkles and scars on his face, moaning various grunts and groans of dissatisfaction. ❛ Seriously, be as brutally honest as possible. ❜

        & . @paleolithiic

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             ❛ Hey, woah, just hold on a second, man. Slow down, you shit head----  ❜ He’s not in the greatest shape right now, bad knee making him slower and slower as the days wear on. He actually reaches out and seizes the other’s shoulder in an effort to get him to stop.

          & . @assuredofthis

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          ❛ Psst. Hey. Pal. You wanna help me with somethin’ ? ❜ Large hands juggle small black boxes and walkie-talkie-esque devices and a duffel on his shoulder.  ❛ You don’t gotta REALLY do anything, just need you t’grab that bag. Careful: it’s heavy. ❜

     & . @misdiirection

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           ❛ Shit, did I take your chair ? ❜ Long legs slide out from beneath the small outdoor cafe table and he stands, pulling the chair out in a very strange, archaic gesture and gesturing that she sits. ❛ Figured somebody was sittin’ here but, y’know, they could’a just left their shit. Uh. Sorry. ❜

      & . @brustet

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           ❛ You think this is gonna get all... keloid-y on me ? ❜ He’s got his shirt hiked up under his armpits, both hands touching and pressing around the healing knife wound slicing through his serratus anterior. He frowns. ❛ Mean, don’t give a fuck neither way but I’m just askin’ for a general prediction. ❜

      & . @adatrox