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reply to my opens maybe !!

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‘ you alright ? ’ his tone is soft, cautious. noah knows how much he personally hates people badgering him about how he seems to be, but that doesn’t mean he can’t be concerned for other people. it’s not really something that he can help much.

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caden.

            “  i mean, yeah, i guess so, if that’s what you want,  ”  a shrug rolls off his shoulders, the only thing predominantly running through his mind being the desire to not force any conversation of the sort out of noah.  “  just, promise me we   w i l l   talk about it, though ?  whenever you want to ?  ”

‘ it is -- what i want, ’  he clarifies, because he doesn’t know what else to say. noah thinks that he’s got out of it from that point on, though he really shouldn’t be surprised when the other male doesn’t simply let it go. ‘ i guess, yeah. whatever. we’ll talk about it sometime, just not today. ’  he doesn’t want to lie to him, though he can’t say it’s a promise he’s certain he’ll go out of his way to keep.

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he feels like he’s going to choke, knows exactly what they want to hear but he just can’t get the words out. his skin is warm to the touch, eyes glued on the ground. noah looks every bit as nervous as he feels. ‘  i really care about you, ’   he insists, letting out a shaky sigh. ‘ so much. ’  however, evidently not enough to say that he LOVES them.

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i know i’ve not been too good with replies this week, but i’ve been doing a lot of overtime so i can make up for having the next week off work. i’m going on holiday & won’t have much access to wifi, so all my replies will be done on around the 26th !!

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lane.

         “ can you blame me ? what i do remember is that that f u c k e r was all over you. ” 

‘ that fucker as you so nicely put it, was about as drunk as you were. it wasn’t that big of a deal. ’

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ismene.

 there’s a pout playing on her plump lips at his words, “are you serious? we’ve been planning for this for weeks!” the blonde exclaimed, furrowing her brows slightly as she met the other’s gaze, “why do you have to cancel?”

‘ i am serious -- sorry, ’  he said it softly, genuine in his apology. if there were any other way for noah to go about this then he would, however he couldn’t resolve the situation no matter how hard he tried. ‘ something just came up, last minute and very important. ’

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harley.

     ‘ you’re NOT over it, until we’re done. ’ she explains as she looks at the bowl, silently judging if it still can be saved. ‘ besides if the butter is COLD there’ll be lumps. do you want lumps of butter in your cupcakes?? you’re killing me here, noah. ’ harley mixes the ingredients throughly. ‘ can you at least get the cupcake tray ready? are you capable of doing that?’

‘ i am over it, ’  he insists, even giving a little huff. it’s rather evident that noah doesn’t like things he’s not good at. ‘ maybe i do want lumps of butter in my cupcakes. ’  he really doesn’t, though. he watches her for a few moment, before he nods at her instruction & starts to prepare the cupcake tray. ‘ i don’t see why any of this matters. ’

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yikes i posted a starter call but i realised i haven’t packed yet n i go away tomorrow so i’m going to do replies & then do that

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roman.

somehow, parties feel like home to the tall blond, maybe due to the anonymity that came with the dark room and numerous bodies. roman is knocking back his third beer as he hears a voice — which he identifies as noah — saying he’s gonna leave. roman turns, frowning at the words and shaking his head. “don’t go yet!! there’s still a lot of party left.” he insists, a slight pout on his pink lips, slick with beer.

this is, generally, why noah avoids having any sorts of interactions when he’s making an exit. people always seem to have excuses to stay & he really hates to say no to them. it’s rather evident that roman is enjoying himself, but the brunet rather certain parties are more of his thing. ‘ i’m sure there is, i’m just not really feeling it tonight. ’  or any night, for that matter, but that’s besides the point. ‘ i just wanted to say bye. ’ 

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jamison.

“mm good, I don’t like when you’re upset.” he hums, resting his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder. 

‘ i was never upset to begin with, just surprised, ’  he insists, running his fingers gently through jamison’s hair.

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@babyiism

‘ look -- i know we were supposed to go out tomorrow, but i’m going to have to cancel. ’  he doesn’t offer much of an explanation, a little too embarrassed to go into the details of why he requires that they change their plans. ‘ but we can go another time, i promise. ’

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@oxidizeds

‘ look --  it’s been a long day and i’m really tired, ’  he starts,  before he sinks his teeth into his lower lip & contemplates his next words. noah isn’t really sure how he wants to go about what he wants to say next, though he figures he’s probably better just coming out with it. ‘ and i know yesterday was really... whatever, shitty, but can we just not talk about it today ? ’

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‘ i said that i’m fine, okay ? ’  he doesn’t mean to snap, it’s really not like him. however, lack of sleep makes noah irritable & evidently proves he’s far from fine. he doesn’t need to let them know that though. ‘ you’re making a big deal out of absolutely nothing, just leave it. ’